Strange Things in Fleeting Years: Strange Stories About My Life

I always feel that my life has more "folds" than others - those strange things hidden in the gaps between going to school, working, and parting, and the strange dreams that linger late at night, like damp ink stains, traces that faint and cannot be erased in my memory. Some people say it is just a coincidence, an hallucination caused by stress, but the cold touch left on the palm, the strange noises outside the window, and the strange figures that appear repeatedly in my dreams, all stubbornly remind me: some things are not as simple as "remembering them wrong". I haven't told many people these things, for fear of being dismissed as random thoughts. When I type on the keyboard now, I just want to keep them well, just like picking up strange pebbles scattered on the road of life and putting them into boxes one by one. As for why they appear, perhaps the answer will be found after writing.