Dream
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[My collection of Dream] When I was 15 years old, I am a person who curious about everything. I like to imagine many things, I am so curios about how people think, how people see things I also see. How it feel to them. That is how curious I am. The world is so vast and human just a small particle seen from above yet they have a knowledge of universe. Then one day, I was thinking about dream. How it can happen? To be honest I am not a knowledgeable about this kind of things. What if it giving us sign of something? Let me be honest, I think I'm so curious about dream and every time I dream the thought of changing its story the way I want realizing it was a dream. I want to control it as we know we can't. People often forget about their dream. But let me tell you. I guess I remember my dream, every detail of it.
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