Name That Game

"So," Tate shuffling cards, deftly cutting, dealing as usual from the middle of the deck. "What sort of game do we play tonight?"

Urquhart took his customary six beats before replying. It was a part of the act he came to enjoy more and more. The disquieting effect of silence, the steady build of suspense. He made a slow survey up and down the seminar table, reading the signs of skepticism, embarrassment, morbid curiosity. He examined his cards. Three deuces, the Hanged Man, and an undressed woman advertising auto parts.

"The name of this game is Dream Along With Me," Urquhart declared. "But first a word or two."