Then you awaken.
You are fast asleep. The mists of consciousness swirl. You see bits
and pieces of scenes, you hear little snippets
of conversations, all tantalizing, all reminding
you of *something* important. And then
the mist coalesces. The face of a pleasant-looking
man appears. He wears little round glasses.
He is trying to tell you something. You listen
as hard as you can, but in the way of dreams,
you can only hear a few words and those make
little sense.