I'm tired when I'm awake, because I keep remembering; I feel comfortable when I'm asleep, because I keep dreaming. Those dreams seemed to be telling me something, but they were so absurd. Between dreams and reality, which one is the paradise we want to go to? If reality is full of cruelty and dreams are full of killings, then where should we hide?
I recorded my dreams, trying to find the overlap between the two, but there were only familiar faces and eyes, but no similar places or stories. In the dream, I felt like a lost person, but not afraid of those strange scenes...