He made enough money to live comfortably, but he didn't drive a red Ferrari. Sometimes he had to pick up things and put them away even things that didn't belong to him. After all, he had three daughters.
Then one morning the man awoke and remembered his dream.“I am very sad，”he said to his best friend.
“Why?”asked his friend.
“Because I once dreamed of marrying a tall woman with black hair and blue eyes who would play the guitar and sing. My wife can't play the guitar or sing. She has brown eyes, and she's not tall.”