[First person perspective]
I am a homeless person looking for a job.
After moving into my new home, I started having fantastic dreams.
In my dreams, sometimes I am a fly; sometimes I am a stray dog; sometimes I am an eagle soaring in the sky...
Then, reality met the people and things in the dream, and I began to doubt... Were those really just a dream of mine?
I don't know, but I am enjoying these strange dreams... They are the adjustment and salvation of my boring and confused life...
Concept: A boring life will also give birth to the flower of fantasy.
