Since my notebook since my parents put me out of their beds. At that time not a luxury to have a woman to accompany with me, so insomnia has become my biggest enemy. Later next door grandfather died, his children to show filial piety so organized a massive ceremony, the ceremony was very complicated process, are more superstitious stuff, in short delays grandfather buried the bodies of the poor, so that a group of batch coherent and irrelevant people wail, until the body in the hot summer with the smell. That was my childhood memory of the terrible scenes, so I started to know that people are going to die, the dead will be rotting stinking. A direct consequence of this is my insomnia worse, and always close your eyes when the monster appears terrifying in appearance, which makes me very much fear, always keeping lights on a long time did not dare to sleep with open eyes. . . . . .
Gradually grown up, high school with a group of living. Sure enough, a number of lively gregarious life, or at least accompanied by a different melody snoring to sleep, even when sleeping students can enjoy the dream language, and occasionally also with dialogue, so who knows Shui Shui Shui Shui who was thinking mind, so insomnia interesting change a lot.
After they married, the exact, after speaking with the introduction of a woman, sleep a lot easier to change. Insomnia at least rare, and replaced by a dream. I would like to dream and dream are two different concepts, dreams are usually some good things, but dreams also have dreams and nightmares of the points. Unfortunately, the most likely origin of waking dream, just like ancient spare passionate hate. So when I encounter the same dream always treasure excitement, so do not want to wake up to sleep afraid of forgetting the dream content. Hey, finally around to writing the theme here, good hard ah!
This is a strange dream, the story clear, but the time and place of ambiguity. Because of the time and place of dreams in general are not accountable, which I often dream is not dead and will return to the dream world, but the process of life is only another dream no more?
The few of us buddies, being held in a prison, exactly speaking a bit like a concentration camp, surrounded by tall metal mesh, the outside has a high a high palm trees, it seems this dream took place in the South somewhere. I like the scenery of the South, such as shade trees, blue sea, clean beaches. God is God, he let these old people were all in this dream to happen. Thank God! Another fork into the distance.
Obviously, few of us want to escape, though surrounded by armed soldiers guarded neat, as are the national army soldiers, troops, or Jun Huang dream did not explain, but you can certainly it was not the U.S. military.
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