" But then a bubbling tenor voice said kindly, "Do not fear. It is a dream." The reassurance spread over him like a blanket. But he could not feel it with his hands, and the ambulance kept on moving. Needing the blanket, he clenched at the empty air until his knuckles were white with loneliness. "

― Stephen R. Donaldson , Lord Foul's Bane (The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant the Unbeliever, #1)