A great basketball player, now deceased:
“Do you have a dream?”
“Of course.”
“Tell me.”
“My dream is to become really rich, then be handsome and stylish, and famous enough for everyone to know who I am.”
“Granted.”
“You're going to turn me into Ultraman?”
“Of course not. Don't you have a basketball dream?”
“Of course I do. Every hot-blooded young man does. I want to crush all those show-offs on the streetball court, then show off myself and have the pretty girls cheer and applaud. Then I'll go pro in the CBA, dominate the league, earn a million a year, marry a beautiful rich girl, and reach the pinnacle of life!”
“Sadly, I only have one chance, but I still want to plant a seed, in the hope that someone can surpass that… old bastard.”
And so begins the journey to pursue his dream.
What a wonderful thing to write