A dream is a dream

I got onto a plane, searching for my pre-booked seat, but the airhostess told me: "I am sorry, our plane is full. I am afraid you will have to leave the aircraft." So I left the airport and bought myself a train ticket. I got onto an empty train, found myself a seat by the window. The train manager told me: "I am sorry sir, our train terminates here. I am afraid you will have to exit the train." I got frustrated, so I got myself onto a taxi. I told the driver my destination, but then he told me: "I am sorry sir, your destination is too far. I am afraid I can't take you there." I exited the vehicle walked myself into the town. I tried to ask the people the way to my destination but they didn't speak my language. I tried to learn and understand their words. It was taking too long, I did not bother anymore. So I bought myself a map. I searched for my destination but it wasn't on the map. I began to question myself: " How am I going to get there? What is the point in getting there? Does it even exist?" I was puzzled but not nervous. I was tired but not hungered. I was upset but tearless. I closed my eye and it was dark. Not even a dim of light was shone into my eyes. I began to feel, to sense and to hear. The wind was cold, just like summer had never been existed. The ground was rough and dry, just like the soil had never been watered. The place was deadly quiet, just like no one had ever been existed. Then I opened my eyes, but the place remained dark. I found myself lying down on a soft bed. I looked at my digital clock and it was three in the morning. I was sweating because the heater was turned on to the full power. The radio was turned on and it was playing my favorite song. I now know I was only dreaming. I tried to think what was in the dream, but I can't. I tried to remember the destination that I was looking for, and I failed. One thing I know about my dream, it was unreal... Yes, it is unreal... A dream is a dream.