You're Nate, the typical ninteeen year old guy. Tall and athletic, your spiky brown hair practically bows down if any 'hippy' girl passes by. You're a terrific flirt and your keen beetle black eyes are constantly on the lookout for 'busty babes'.

You don't know /what/ exactly went into you - but the day you saw her... (people call her Jessica, but you prefer to call her Dream because she's your dreamgirl) .... your heart throbbed dangerously. You'd never even felt such a huge /crush/ on someone.

Now you're not a pervert-guy in reality. But with your mom dead, your dad's free to do whatever he wants. And you can't really blame him - he misses sex so much, that your house virtually becomes a red light area. What with whores strutting in front of you and your dad, strip teasing and shaking their boobs, you have no longer an innocent mind.

Today, you're walking along the road, whistling to yourself when spot a curly red head bobbing some yards away... and you almost die. It's Dream.