He was riding a tram carrying me, with a sea of flowers in front of him. He said to me: "You know which kind of freesia flower is." I picked off a flower, and he parked the car on the side of the road. He also picked a bunch: "Here, this is the freesia." I looked at the white bunch of freesias in his hand and the bunch in my hand. Then I asked him what was different? But mine is still in bud and has not yet bloomed. He called me a fool and said another sentence after that. But I was woken up by my cell phone ringing.
Concept: This is adapted from a dream of mine