I dreamed of the girl I like last night. That dream is a bit weird. I called home today, and I went to her home by the way, she didn't go home, played. She seems to go everywhere with you. :)
In the dream, she sat next to me, looking at the feet. It seems to be a pale blue dress, it is like a pajamas. Oh, I found that the big toe on one of her feet has a wound, a small round wound, the skin at this wound is already unable to see the pastel color of the subcutaneous muscles. I feel a little attention. Then she touched the toes: this may be planted.
Then I looked down at my toes. I actually had such a wound on my right foot, round, and there is no epidermis. And I am two, it is bigger than her wound, I have to be deep. I saw my heart. Then woke up.
The air conditioner in the room is blown very cold. I only put a single one. There are two people in my room, one is a classmate, he wrapped my towel; one is my classmate, he covered a thin cotton.
I woke up in bed for a while, hesitatedly fell asleep, and finally got up. Turn off the air conditioner, open the window, and then continue to sleep. I am afraid that I forgot this dream, before falling asleep, I still think about it.
Since graduating, she officially refused me, she seems to have come out from my dreams. Although when a person feels boring or lonely, sometimes she will think of her, I think of people who like me and what I like, and I have to bring a question every time I think of these: What is love?
For this issue, it may be tired in subconscious. I didn't think about seeking answers about it. That put it in my heart. How did it be brought out each time, and finally, it is still informing.
I don't know why her toes have such a weird wound in the dream. It is already a wound that left for a long time. The round, the skin around it has been flourished, and the muscles in the wound seems to have no blood. Plain wounds, let me only want to describe this word on her toes. Moreover, when she said, "This may be planted", the tone is calm, like telling the most common things, a calm is almost like a tone of self-speaking. ---- Now careful taste, maybe the atmosphere can be called warm.
I didn't expect it that when I naturally bowed my toes, I actually found this quirky wound. They seem to have already existed, but I was accidentally found at that moment.
October 16, 2000
