My Dream

You know you read a good book or an article or some posts out there that allow thinking before you drift off to sleep.

I did scroll through some posts on Facebook and Instagram last night before I left for lalaland. Before that, my brain was active for a while thinking about the things that I had just read.

And then I dream about this selfless man. He had a companion by his side. This companion was kinda fuzzy because I'm not sure if he was a boy or a man. They change during the dream.

They were running away from something. I couldn't remember exactly what. This companion was somehow fatally injured in the process. The villagers saw this and were coming to save the companion.

The selfless man might be his friend or his grandpa, who must have thought that his companion's life was precious. To save him, he gave him his blood. The villagers saw this and they all shouted 'No!'

This is where my dream ended. Like a final ending to that selfless man.

I know that some of the authors may have said that these dreams of writing a story may have been brought to them by God. To each his own, I choose to think that our brain works actively before we sleep. This is why we could dream vividly, or even remember them after we wake up.

But this dream does bring a storyline. I may need to write it down somewhere so I may make it into a story next time.