Seeing a Boy in White in a Dream

I am a poor storyteller from the end of the world. I wandered to a mass grave at night and was tired. I slept on my pillow on gravel. Suddenly I dreamed of a young man in white, a wisp of ghost. I smiled and said nothing, and then I realized that I was resting on the green monument. The young man smiled and said, I have a story, I wonder if you will listen to it. I drink bad wine and say, come on. The young man then sat alone by the stone, talking and laughing, saying this.