On the night before the final, Twain did not sleep well, and he had a dream.
Everything in the dream was vague. He only knew that there were a lot of people around him and their faces were mostly blurred. He could not hear the voices clearly as it was noisy all around him. Everyone was talking, but he could not hear specifically what was being said.
The scene was a little chaotic with flickering white lights that flashed intermittently.
Although he could not see the faces of those people nor hear their voices, he knew that they were laughing and looking at him with smiles. They talked and laughed loudly. There were a lot of people looking at him.
In the dream, Twain was a little confused. He wanted to open his mouth to ask but found that he could not make any sound.
— What's going on here? Who are you people? Where am I?
These were the questions he wanted to ask.
