Let’s suppose that you were able every night to dream any dream you wanted to dream, and that you could, for example, have the power within one night to dream 75 years of time, or any length of time you wanted to have.

And you would, naturally, as you began on this adventure of dreams, you would fulfill all your wishes. You would have every kind of pleasure you could conceive. And after several nights of 75 years of total pleasure each you would say “Well that was pretty great. But now let’s have a surprise, let’s have a dream which isn’t under control, where something is gonna happen to me that I don’t know what it's gonna be."

And you would dig that and would come out of that and you would say “Wow that was a close shave, wasn’t it?”. Then you would get more and more adventurous and you would make further- and further-out gambles what you would dream. And finally, you would dream where you are now. You would dream the dream of living the life that you are actually living today.

The piercingly cold snow continued to fall. During this season, the wrath of Mother Nature shows no signs of slowing down or stopping. This is a remote mountainous area. A man's shadow is seen walking along the road, which is covered with snow up to his knees. All the cars on the road had stopped moving, the phones were disconnected, and no help was coming. He was at a loss, deep in the mountains, unable to pick up a single signal. He has no choice but to evacuate, but on the way he was separated from his beloved wife. A poor man, who was separated from his love by Mother Nature... Where he is headed, and whether he will even make it back alive, no one can say. "Where are you. Where are you...?" The man seemed to have tears in his eyes as he mumbled something. In the midst of a great snowstorm, he searched for his beloved one with bloodshot eyes. He was sweating even in these sub-zero conditions, as he was in a great hurry. Wandering alone in the middle of a blizzard, anyone could see that only a cruel fate awaited him. The heavy snowstorm obscures his vision. It was getting fiercer and fiercer, and he could hardly stand on his own two feet. Even so, as if searching for something to hold onto, he struggled his way through the pure white world... It was then that his strength reached its limit...