Faryadi had the dreams and he saw them when he was in pain and that time also when he did not like the reality at all.
He did not do anything different. Almost everybody does same thing when people don't like reality; they wish, hope or dream.
He did the same. He dreamed but he dreamed for many years continuously and when that day came when he hoped that his dream would become reality... his loving and happy reality which he wanted and seeing dreams, but he found that slowly slowly every dream of him was breaking.
His dreams were like blossoms of a mango tree. From whom he was hoping to get fruit soon.