Alex Turner has a dream. Not in the Martin Luther King Jr. sense, but in the literal sense- he dreams, almost every night since he was young, of an enigma of a girl. He never sees her face, but knows that he needs... needs her, almost.
There's a war going on in the world. Thousands dying every day. Lucky enough to avoid being drafted thanks to a slight but nonetheless disqualifying heart murmur, Alex lives every day in a haze, so used to his friends being killed.
Having somewhat accepted the fact that his dream is nothing more than that, Alex tries to move on with his life. Tries to make some music, tries to just be. But the dream won't go away. It haunts him, and he doesn't know how to stop it.
