Dr. van Straaten:
Of course! Dr. van Straaten. You're a psychiatrist. You always treat me. You'll treat me now, won't you?
Walter Craig:
You must forgive me; I don't quite understand the joke.
Walter Craig:
It isn't a joke. I only wish it were. I've seen you in my dreams. Sounds like a sentimental song, doesn't it? I've dreamt about you over and over again, Doctor.
Dr. van Straaten:
That hardly turns you into a mental case. After all, recurring dreams are quite common.
Walter Craig:
But how did I come to dream about you? I've never set eyes on you in my life.
Dr. van Straaten:
It's very likely you've seen my photograph in the papers. That's why my face seems familiar to you.
Walter Craig:
I don't think so. And even if it were, is that any reason why I should keep on dreaming about you? After all, you don't mean anything to me.
Dr. van Straaten:
Huh. Well, maybe an association of ideas. I may be linked with something that means a great deal to you.
Walter Craig:
Such as?
Dr. van Straaten:
I should have to psychoanalyze you to find that out.
Walter Craig:
But it doesn't end there. You see, everybody in this room is part of my dream. Everybody.
[the guests burst into exclamations]
