Lauren called me in the office early this morning. Speaking from her bed in London, she sounded warm and sweet on the phone. She told me she could not sleep last night. Nightmares, nightmares, she explained. She dreamt that she learned that I had a whole bunch of steady women in my life. Worse, when she confronted me in her dream with what she had learned, I told her that this was how things would stay. My women were mine for good. I did not comment on any of this, but I wondered about dreams. Nightmares, that is. This one was spot on.