Farewell, my teens, on April 22nd, good or bad.

Farewell, Test for English Majors, on April 23rd, good or bad.

 

Raying(J'ai vignt ans!)

I don't like digging deep meanings of my dreams, cause they barely reveal anything in reality, though might somewhat be connected to the actual life. Hence, I have no habit of memorizing thus analizing my dreams. You can infer that they will soon vanish into air in your mind if you don't note it down the moment you wake up. If you should attach too much to them, it's absurdly ludicrous.
But I do believe I can be disillusioned by an unparalleledly sober dream that wakes me up from all my fantasies. It happens, and I do understand what it symbolizes.
It's too ridiculous, or too normal a dream that is hardly worthy of being mentioned.
" There's a moment, you decide to leave. It is due to be a tearing scene, for most people, but not me. I might be the most grieved, but I won't let it out by my saddened looking.
You are to go, after bidding all your farewell to people you are acquainted. But my turn has not yet come, or it will never come the moment I desperately fancy.
When you at last comes to me, I can find no suitable words to say, as much as I can recollect. The fact may be that I have no intention of saying anything.
I say I have something for you, but they aren't right at hand. I enter my room and fetch something preserved for you. It's something, but I son't know what the something is.
When I return, no one is there. I am left in deadlike desolation.
But when I bend down, I find what you have left. That's a envelop. I open it, and find numerous things: photos, magazines, textbooks, diaries, poems......
You have left no note, but I know all these are for me. So I take them.
That's pretty much of the dream. "
The moral is: I intend to leave something in your memory, but at last turn out to be a passenger only. You only pass through my life, but with something unclearable.
Don't ask me of more, I am aware of nothing else myself.