Record the dream of England every day and my insights that night. Just write down the record. The day I stop dreaming, it will be over. Respect yourself and record the dream.
I have never deliberately described the appearance of Britain, but in a late night dream, I fell into a strange and friendly world.
The wind blows across the undulating fields, bringing with it the smell of green grass and moist air. The sun shines through the clouds on the houses with red brick spiers. Even the aroma wafting from the street cafes brings a lazy sense of freedom.
I walked aimlessly, stepped on the mottled stone road, and saw the waves of the Thames River. Every scene seemed to be carved into my heart in advance, making me feel full of joy for no reason.
After I woke up, the images in my dream were so clear that I could feel them at my fingertips, but the gap in reality made me sober - I didn't have enough ability to rush to this love across the mountains and seas.
So I picked up a pen and wanted to write this beautiful dream into a story about longing and waiting. I would hide the land that I had no time to set foot on and the wind that I had no time to breathe in between the lines, waiting for my future self to fulfill the promise in this dream.
Purpose: Use dreams as a boat to carry you to the mountains and seas of England in your heart