Esti woke up, confused at his dream. He quickly jotted down what he had just envisioned into his notebook that he kept on his small bedside table which held also a glass of lemon water and two sharpened pencils and an extra eraser.
He sat up and looked around at his navy blue walls, then turned to his alarm clock, 3:19 a.m. This was the third night in a row that he woke up so early. The notebook he had just written in was his Dream Book. Esti loved to analyze his dreams: why he had them, what they meant, and so on. Every time he had theories answering these questions he wrote them down at the end of the page. He used his dreams to read and remember in his free time, but NEVER showed them o anyone outside the family and only sometimes on the inside. He would sometimes convert them into stories but even then, they they were still distorted so it wasn't completely true to his dream. Esti laid down and read what he had written: