He looked at her, not knowing what to say, or do. He wanted to be polite but wasn't sure what was the next right action to take. "You know the dream is dead; so, you need another dream. No one has said that. Stuck in the past. New dream, what it means. New dream." She spoke as if before a camera, clear, and with passion. "You know the dream; you know the dream. They will ask you one day, and you will know the dream." "Drugs, mental illness," he thought.