“Doctor, I know you never have an idea that…I’m right now in the middle of my sleep,” the boy swallowed. “Please believe me. But I am.”

“You’re in your sleep now, you assure me. Umm…But I’m sure that I am awake, a hundred percent sure,” now with a stress of puzzle in his voice. “How come two persons—one is sleeping and another awake—are able to engage in conversation so normally to each other? Does it make any sense? Like one plus one always equals two as a bare fact. It will remain that way for eternity. If that outcoming number was not two, the law of logic would turn upside down and collapse.”

“Yeah, you think you’re awake now.” the boy kept shaking his head firmly. The defiance from such a timid boy was baffling the doctor, “It seems right but it’s still wrong. Because in fact you’re only awake inside my dream.”