The Game Dreams. What are dreams actually? Do we really know? Let me tell you of an orphan boy, barely remembering his own mother and father. A subject of bullying since young age and living in a dirty, old orphanage. That was his prison. This is where he tried the unthinkable twice, just to escape from it. Until one cold night in November he dreamed it. He dreamed a green meadow, covered in flowers on a sunny day. The birds were singing, there was a sound of running water nearby and a gentle, female voice was calling him from a white, wooden house. “It could not…