Last night there was a little elf in my dream, it looks like a small kangaroo with beautiful colors. She stood among some other small elves,spoke with a lovely voice in Chinese, can you tell me how to do this? I want it looks a bit more beautiful and cleaner. Or she might be saying something else. But no matter what she was saying, I was moved. A little new life start to understand the world. That’s how amazing it is.
And the second section of my dream was about my father. When he was out, I was trying to ride his horse, but then he came back, he was wearing a gray sweater, looked younger and handsome.
I think dreams are other lives.