Seriously, I like dreaming because it makes me taste many feelings of which I cannot get from real and fade life.

I dreamed a lot at yesterday night.

I dreamed some things which happened before. It's as if they happen again.
I dreamed my father. He becomes older and older with the time, and me too.
I dreamed I can fly in sky freely. That feeling of freedom is wounderful.
I dreamed I am a top killer in a fantastic world and be pursuited by many other killers, they want to kill me. It's truly desperate.
I dreamed I am walking with a kid in a shopping mall, he is interested in those playstations like me.

When I wake up, the sound of rain is loudly outside. It's sweet at this moment.
I am listening it on bed and thinking about all the things I dreamed just now. They are bloody lively.
Afterward, the alarm clock rings.