I was riding down to the hill with fixed gear bike,
and at some point i couldn't go forward because the hill became like a cliff.
I had to turn and climb back with lots of regret.
rest of the dream was about me imagine going downhill like I have no regret on this world that I living in.
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Saturday, May 15, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
Crossing the river
I was waiting for the river to be dried out so that I could cross.
There was a family who were waiting for it also.
Dad was an indian mom was white and the daughter was black.
They hung out with me.
But no one was sure when the water runs dry so that we can cross.
I was very anxious.
very very.
There was a family who were waiting for it also.
Dad was an indian mom was white and the daughter was black.
They hung out with me.
But no one was sure when the water runs dry so that we can cross.
I was very anxious.
very very.
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