leaving
My recent dreams are a bit difficult to be recalled in full. They’re like pieces of shards
bicycle and school
I got a small and handy bicycle. It had a white body and small thick black tyres. Pretty cool. It was easy to lift as well. Maybe I often used it for commute to and from school.
I think at some point in the dream in the school, I said my farewell with Arthur. But later on the street outside school, I saw Arthur queuing up to order food from a food stall. He was the second in line. There were many people queuing behind him too, including my secondary school friends. I was delighted to see him.
I turned around to do something real quick, hoping he would still be here when I was done with my things. But he left. I ran along the road and saw his back. But I couldn’t keep up with him and lost him.
· ₊ ⊹ · ₊ : ⊹· ₊ ⊹ · ₊ : ⊹· ₊ ⊹ · ₊ : ⊹· ₊ ⊹ · ₊ : ⊹· ₊ ⊹ · ₊ : ⊹· ₊ʚ ɞ