"Daddy, Daddy! Where were we? Why didn't you talk to me?" I dreamed a dream last night, which was the repetition of my last dream, and perhaps, the one before last one. Do I actually only dream the same dream? Is it real that I can not get rid of this endless nightmare? I were a child in it. Not capable of doing anything, I cried out again and again my father's name. However, there were no reply. He left when I was nearly five and I hardly recognize his appearance. Only his voice remained. "Don't worry, my little pumpkin. Daddy is here. Daddy is not going anywhere." Yet, nothing but an illusionary sound stayed. I started to travel. In the town where I was born. Indeed vividly I remember this place, yet everything seems so unclear and weird. Should I put it this way. They all feel so UNREAL. There was no one. The deserted town was silent without any life form. I stood there; too despair to cry...