A big, wide, green field, it's a field of wheat, yes. Ripples of wind are flowing though it, the crops are swaying, fluffy white clouds are sailing across the sky, the sun is shining. He flies above the field, whichever direction he pleases. The world is whole and complete, just pure bliss itself.
Suddenly, the ground opens up into a rift; a red glow flows through the opening, he starts falling into the abyss. The descent feels like it's taking forever, the air is getting stuffier, the jagged rocks of the walls flashing by. Finally, he reaches the bottom: a huge hall, many-many doors, with symbols on each of them. It now becomes clear what he has to do: he just has to pick the right direction so that he can get back up again, up towards the beautiful field, it's only about knowing the way. He has to know... He's opening one of the doors: a long corridor, lit by the faint, greenish glow of the ceiling. More symbols on the floor; he does remember what they mean, the larger glyph on that cracked floor tile is an apple... He is reaching out for the symbol, the juicy fruit already in hand, and maybe it's not so blazing hot anymore...
Another fork, with two doors. Now, which way? But where has the apple gone? He doesn't remember eating it... this is just like... as if...
The air is getting hotter and hotter. He can't hold onto his thoughts anymore... Apple? What was it about that apple? He's mustering all his willpower, and tries hard to imagine one. A symbol... but the apple... is not a symbol... is he dreaming?
Well, that must be it. He is in fact Akos, and he is sleeping right now, likely at home. So... he can now do whatever he wants, as long as he doesn't wake himself up. Dreaming is so cool! For example, next, he's going to climb up from this hellish place; the only thing he'll need is a power drill. Or a jackhammer... But no, it's way too loud! Why can't he just shut this... thing... off...
He opens his eyes, slowly, carefully. Now it's obvious: he forgot to close the window blinds yesterday, yet again, so now the sun is blazing right into his eyes, and there is a Maiden song blasting from the stereo, it's 9am... He promptly stopped the music, to help holding onto todays's already fading dream. During breakfast, he was quietly laughing at his own imagination, and with the meal done, he set off to plow through another long day of the summer break.