The Parable of A Well

I had a dream another day. And it keeps on haunting me.

I wonder through city with a bunch of gold coins in my pocket. I find a beautiful square and there is a well in the center of it, surrounded by trees and lit by sunshine. So I stare at the bottom of this well and decide to drop a coin into it. It falls down so beautifully, casting magnificent light on the walls of the well, and amazing reflection on the surface of the water.

And everyone is saying, oh, Vladimir, this coin drop was so magnificent. Only you can drop coins so well. I feel happy, and look around, and began to notice other people dropping their coins, and I am mesmerized by their fall, and I praise others for their beautiful coins and the shadows that they cast upon the well.

It goes on for a while, and then I and people around me, have dropped all our coins, and we stare at the well, and nothing is happening. Finally, we hear the plug pulled, the waters disappear, and the bottom of the well is exposed, all covered by gold coins. And a guy shows up with a broom and dustpan, collects all the coins and leaves.

What's your name, I scream. And he mumbles something in a foreign language and I can't quite understand. What was it that he said?

Youth? Estate Sale Auctioneer? .... Or did it sound something like "Mark Zuckerberg"?