Waking up at twilight of last Sunday, I felt vulnerable and helpless because the dream I just had horrified me. There was not any scary monster or haunting ghosts. I would not be afraid if there is anyway. I remembered the first scene was my fiancé taking me home on his motorbike. It was a dark evening. As we reached the corner to my house, the road was blocked by some authorities and the passengers had to queue to get through some check-up, which was reasonable because of the COVID-19 outbreak. We did not want to queue so we turned left to another route. Suddenly, without any reason, I was running in a rush down the stairs of a balcony at the front of a wooden building with my barefoot. It seemed to be a restaurant as I ran pass tables and tables of foreigners eating and drinking beer. I had to squeeze myself through all the people, since it was crowded. I wanted to go home so badly, as if I was lost in this place for so long. When I reached ground floor, I saw an acquaintance or an o...
This is my place to stop, think, look inward and record.