Yesterday's painting coordinates and martial arts dreams made me laugh.
But this morning's nightmare, I am afraid of a day.
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I dreamed that I ran to the bedroom bathroom to take a shower, but I couldn't see it. All my hair was put to your eyes. I only felt that someone used the power of fire-fighting water pipe to water. I really want to see who is clear, but the hair is covered, the water has been rushing, I am too angry.
I am helpless there. I finally saw something, but I saw a pair of black hands. . . . . .
Finally, in the heart, the situation is awaken from the dream, a cold sweat. . . . . . Sigh. . . . . .
I hope that I will not do this in the future, do it, do it, I can shoot, the dream of painting the picture.
