While recovering from a heart transplant, a strange dream kept returning. Bob Hunter found himself once again on a small lobster boat bobbing up and down in the ocean in front of a beautiful lighthouse he had never seen before. A number of colorful lobster floats and a stack of lobster traps were on the boat in front of him. Waves crashing and exploding against a rocky shore in front of the lighthouse, sending giant sprays of white foam into the air. A girl in a white dress was standing on a rocky ledge to the left of the lighthouse and waving. He knew that somehow she was waving at him. As the sequence of dreams returned, he would find himself walking up to her as she opened her arms to greet him. She was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. Her long auburn hair and white dress were gently flowing in the breeze off of the ocean. He would always wake up just as he approached. Over a period of time, he developed an unexplainable and obsessive love for her, even though he knew she could not possibly be real.
Bob Hunter was an artist and a naturalist and painted a picture of both the lighthouse and the girl in his dreams. A new acquaintance saw the painting of the lighthouse and told him it was real, as she had visited and photographed the same lighthouse. She encouraged him to travel to the area to see if he could find a reason for his dreams. The dreams had no rhyme or reason. Bob had never seen a lobster boat and could not believe that the lighthouse in his dreams actually existed. The only way he could rid himself of these dreams was to follow his friend's suggestion and travel to the lighthouse and begin a search for the lady of his dreams.
