BETRAYED BY HER GUARDIAN ANGEL... 'I became hooked on the dream - or, rather, on the object of my dream. He had black wavy hair and a fateful smile. At that moment, he was sitting with his back turned to the machine and I was looking towards the steering wheel, our knees touching.

I twisted my fingers into his shirt and pulled him close for a kiss. In my dream, Pats felt my kisses. Not just on an emotional level, but as a real, physical touch. In my dream, he was more human than angel. Angels do not perceive physical senses - I knew that - but in my sleep, I wanted Pats to feel the soft, silky pressure of our lips when they met.

I wanted him to feel the thrilling and undeniable magnetic field that drew every particle of his body towards mine. Just as I felt it, that is.