I am sick today with some sort of flu I think. And when I get sick I have strange dreams. I fell into sleep this morning after I took some medicine and then I had a strange dream:
I woke up in a big hotel room which was supposed to be my new room, but instead of having a room by myself like what I have now, I was told that I would share my room with some new stranger. That made me very mad. And then my mom walked by and accused me something that I promised but didn't do. Again, it tickled my nerve. I continued walking around, being challenged by my dance teacher Mr. Chow, and then by my father, and even my sister. Just when my bustard's rose through the top of my head, I woke up.
Could be that I had too much pressure these days? I don't know.
Oh, my sore throat seems to be slightly better now. But far from completely cured.
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