You saw, many pictures of rabbits around the house. It seemed either him, or his son had  a thing with them. "Alice you say? Irene  spoke of someone in her  family named  Alice. They said she was  an odd duck. Always in a dream world. Writing...she was creative I heard." Could it be possible that you were the Alice  that  was  related  to his wife? It seemed too much of a coincidence  this Alice had  traits similar to yours. Though he didn't mention her going to a crazy house, or  anything like that. But who says that in polite company, even in a dream? "Would you like something to drink perhaps?" Peter  couldn't help thinking, this seemed way too real to be a dream. The conversation didn't seem like anything he ever dreamed before. Most of the time, well since his son went  missing he  dreamed about white  rabbits.<br/>"My son ran away about a year ago."<br/>he said with a saddened expression.