It was one short hazy dream, in which I only remember nothing but a tiny clear fragment. I was standing right in front of myself. He looked into my in the eyes and said, “Why all these years do you have to struggle to be a better man for the sake of a simple dream about a certain lady? Yet you have no courage to call her, to talk to her, and to show her how you feel.”
It was supposed to be one short hazy dream, in which those words left me standing there almost forever in silence just to wake up.