His imagination draws a terrible reality: his house is ruined, his parents are dead, the bride became a walking girl. With this fantasy he fights fiercely.

He reshapes his visions, imagining that his parents, no less than many, are the living King and Queen, and the bride imagines he is a beautiful maid in a wedding dress. She is waiting for his return ...

Only while he, a belligerent soldier, dreams, trying to conquer others by images, what is going on in reality? Where is here, among all this phantasmagoria of heaped up visions, right?