Nineteen years old, on leave from school.
She dreamed of a zombie teaching building. The whole class was lowering their heads to answer questions, and she was the only one who ran away. She dreamed of a home in the desert, an empty pot, and her mother said, "If you don't read, don't read." She wrote her dream in a blue notebook for ten months.
Later, she dreamed of the washbasin in the dark playground, of the magic classroom filled with sunlight, and of someone holding her hand and saying, "You can run."
This is not a "get well" story. This is a story about "vines can grow even if they stay where they are."
Intention: A person's process of rebuilding self-awareness among the ruins. Running away is not the answer, stopping and facing difficulties is the real courage. Dreams are subconscious self-healing, and recording is a means of rebuilding order.