Everything starts as a dream.
Do NOT forget it, otherwise everything ends beyond that dream.
I dreamed last night. I was flying, and I can clearly remember that I was. The war started. I cannot tell u what a war in details, but that was really a war.
However, as a flying man(or object), I was abled to avoid the damn weapons. I flied from Wuhan to Guangzhou, then I flied to an ocean….during the flight. I did NOT feel tired, I did NOT feel sad and even lonely. Just a little dizzy of flying and a little afriad of crash.
Everyone has a dream and my dream is just a dream still.
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