`` yes , the dreams of the living are fast , '' he said , `` and the dead dreams are slow . that nearly made her cry again . the rising eastern sun is now high enough to bathe the entire lake in a shade of murky gold , and i can see the tiny strip of land that separates the lake from the pacific ocean . i dont want it too planned in advance . only time he ever did it . no one that pretty would be interested in someone as bony and flat as her . 