No matter what age or how many places I have been, the house in my dreams were either the one I stayed before 6 or the one after 6 but before 20. The previous one, even though my memory's limited but I dreamt about being there. The latter, yesterday, I dreamt that I was there. I was home and there was Dad. Well, I forgot what Dad was saying but I was angry so I talked back and Dad walked away. Then I was very thirsty and looking for water. The cups in the kitchen were all labelled "live" handwritten. It felt like they were meant for something else so I took one by one and none was without it so I couldn't drink. It was the kitchen with things placed as they were when I lived there. Sometimes, it is different because mum somehow arrange it differently for a few times. Then I woke up. My throat and mouth were really really dry. Anyway, I was thinking to turn my dream into a story because sometimes they are ridiculous but well, after certain time, I forgot about them. There were a few times I dreamt about people wanting me to find their murderer. Or I was at a ridiculous place that I have never been as if I belonged to another place. It would make a ridiculous story. haha.
跟着别人,就会这样。如果我一个人不是鸡饭就是麦当劳。多了不同的地方。
某一天的早上。出门的时候拍的。
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