"Okay, this dream has officially turned the crazy to eleven. I'm going to wake up now. Bye." As the dream fades from view I can hear "Daki, wait…" I wake up and go home. Daki, why does that sound so familiar? I feel something, but I can't put my finger on the feeling. As I drive home, I can still hear her say Daki, as if the word resonates with my soul. Maybe my parents used to call me by this nickname?