Dream (2008, 9, 30)
In 1998, I had a lot of dreams. They all happened in the same big house. At that time, we had our own home, a small flat. I swear that I was really like that flat. It is said that a dream reflects what you thought in the daytime. I never expected or wished to have a big house.
That big house was a white colour, white walls. On the ceiling, there were beams on which many beautiful mugs hung. It had a wooden floor. I walked in the house and thought very deeply why I didn’t remember how I cleaned, paid for, and managed this big house.
This month, I read Jian Yang’s blog. She mentioned that dreams also tell of a previous life of a person. My God, was I a princess or rich Miss a long time ago? My life now is not bad. Was I a good person so that I didn’t turn into an insect or other kind of creature?
