When I was ten years old, I had the first memory dream in my life, and it started from that day. I started a ten-year dream core. I couldn't see him clearly, and he said, "Please remember me, remember my face, remember my name." "Do you hate me so much, even to the point of my death."
"Can you please not leave?"
I woke up again, stared at the yellowed wall, and touched my wet eyes.
My roommate opened the door and asked me what was wrong.
I looked at my roommate in shock and suddenly smiled, "Don't lie to me, it's time for me to wake up."
The wake-up call when I was eighteen years old woke me up from a dream that I couldn't let go of.
Intention: record the dreams of more than ten years
