Who's at the other coastline?

It was just a dream but I saw him walking towards me, a familiar father figure very much like the Jesus in the paintings, but less detailed. All the while this man turned out to be the head of the National Geographic Society. And he's inviting me to level up my dreams into actions. He gave me camp materials, and a super SLR camera and i would have to document the Mount Krakatoa's 2011 eruption.

And it came to me in an instance that another figure stood before him. This time it was the editor of the James Griappando publishing house, and he's inviting me to submit my drafts for my "Meladora River Adventures", which I wrote when I was in High School; and the "Hypno Series", which I am presently writing.

Another man was behind them, and he's the head Milky Way galactic scientist of the NASA. He's inviting me to render my service as the youngest astro-analyst.

At the farthest coast was a familiar figure, most familiar to my heart. She have nothing to boast of. And she was so shy to stay feet from great sapiens.  But she was inviting me to venture to the only place where noone but me could enter, her heart. I know her innocent face is the design of my destiny, and saying thus, I opted to her invitation.

They were at the other coastline, but she was at the coast where I stand. And together we watch the dreams that gradually became just a puff.