I Don't Know How to Interpret My Childhood Dreams
About This Novel
Life is like a fog and a dream. I want to write some stories from my childhood, but time flies by and I don't remember which things really happened in my childhood and which things happened in my dreams. The article only writes about the dreams I had when I was in elementary school, that is, my childhood dreams. It does not mean that I will stop dreaming when I grow up, but many of the dreams I have when I grow up are difficult to talk about (shy), so I will only say that childhood dreams are the most innocent, sweet and romantic. Forgive me for being incompetent, because I am timid, cowardly and incompetent, so there are many things that bother me in reality that make me dare not face the bleak life and can only vent in dreams. Repressed emotions, and because I like Freud very much, I am particularly interested in dreams. Some stories may be ridiculous. Because they are dreams, the stories themselves are not rigorous. I am not a psychology major, so I don't understand the interpretation of dreams. I just want to tell some childhood stories through the memories of dreams. Of course, they are all trivial things. Not all of the stories in the article are my own stories, there are also stories of others. Overall this is a memory, a very long memory...
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