Sleep did come upon both of them; Jonathon lost count at how many strands of hair he counted from his love's locks.  Whether he even ever made it back over Ambrosia's house was also lost to him; for he had a dreamless sleep except for one vision.  He was walking along the path of a cliff of a mountain, and he heard Ambrosia calling his name.  "Bastian ... bastiannnnnn ... save me bastian ..."  He had not heard that name in a long time; looking down, he saw Ambrosia holding on for dear life off the side of that cliff.  But it was too far for Jonathon to grab her hands ... she slipped away ... very suddenly slipped away ... he screamed "Noooooo!"  Her cries of 'help me' woke him up ...