When you wake up, daytime was fading up. The sun was rising and shining. The early birds begin interrupt your dreams.
Yes, I dreamt a dream last night. I dreamt of you. It is not for I felt nervous or I was in trouble but I missed you day and night. In the dream I was standing in the mountain, seeing the beautiful sunset. The great beauty is so glamorous that I lost myself. I was called by a clear, resonant sound. The idea occurred to me that you always wear a bag with a little ring. Excited because I knew you were close to me. Why did you come here? I believed there is only single reason that I was here, because you realized you wanted to spend time with me in the journey. Because I live you live. We were catching a glimpse of a light that shines down to us from a different realm of existence. A couple birds were flying around us, “sleeping beauty, wake up.” My eyes opened and my mind came back due to a cheep of the young birds at the moment. My companion was starting to complain that she failed to sleep in the middle of night, for a horse with a ring around his neck sent here by somebody. It is nothing but a dream!
Dreams, everyone has them. Some bad and some good, some fun and some Freudian, some I wish I could forget. Sometimes I realize I have outgrown them; sometimes I feel like they are finally coming true. But no matter what I dream when morning comes, reality intrudes, and the dream begins to slip away.
Dream a little dream of me will you.
more thoughts emerging in ones daytime,and more dreams in ones night.
but even that,still hope you will keep up the beauty stroy .
merely dream a dream
but even that. my future depends on my dream
so,let it come true .
dont let others steal your dreams~ hoho