On the street, under a lamppost, you meet an odd man. He is wearing an overcoat and a crooked smile. His beady eyes look you over once. He doesn't seem to mind the rain.

"I'm going to let you in on a little secret," says the strange man.
"This is your dream, your pure dream. And in your dream, everything is yours. You can go wherever you want, and do whatever you want. But I have a problem. Every time I tell someone about their pure dream, it turns into a nightmare."

"I'd like to show the world the purity of dream, but people never learn. Perhaps you won't make the same mistakes as the others."

He turns and walks away.

There is no place to go here but back.

You now know you are dreaming.

Go back.