Once, I was invited by a royal family to their palace. It was a grand place with dozens of enormous rooms. There large and beautiful paintings was covering the walls and I’m quite sure those paintings must have been extremely expensive.

I was invited along with dozens of other people who had been selected by the royal family for their remarkable contributions in science, technology, humanity and other fields. I, of course, had done nothing remarkable so far, except posting on social media, but I had no objection to going there. After all, it was an once‑in‑a‑lifetime opportunity for me. Later, I found that my name had been included in the list for my social media contribution.

Anyway, I needed to use the toilet, so I started looking for one. I was too shy to ask anyone, so I decided to find it myself. I walked through a long gallery and noticed a painting hanging on the wall. It was a portrait of a man whose finger pointed in a particular direction. I followed the direction and it eventually led me outside the palace. My urge to use the toilet was growing and fortunately I found one outside. Just as I was about to step in, I woke up.

It was a strange dream.