Every morning at eleven o’clock, a shiny Rolls Royce drove through Central Park in New York City. Inside the car sat a driver and his master, a well-known millionaire.
Each morning the millionaire noticed a poorly dressed man sitting on a park bench. The man always sat staring at the hotel in which the millionaire lived. One day, the millionaire was so curious about the man that he ordered his driver to stop the car. He walked to the bench and said to the poor man, “Excuse me, I just want to know why you sit here staring at my hotel every morning.” “Sir,” said the man, “ I have no money, no family, no home. I sleep on this bench, and every night I dream that one day I will sleep in that hotel.”
The millionaire had an idea. He said, “Tonight your dream will come true. I’ll pay for the best room in that hotel for you for a whole month.”
A few days later, the millionaire went by the man’s room to see how he was enjoying himself. To his surprise, he found that the man had moved out of the hotel, back to his park bench.
He then went to the man and asked for the reason. The man said, “You see, when I am down here sleeping on my bench, I dream I am up there, in that luxurious hotel. It’s a wonderful dream. But when I was up there, I dreamed I was back on this cold bench. It was a terrible dream, and I couldn’t sleep at all.”