Last Dream: A TECHNIQUES
That night it rained heavily on the earth of God's creation. The falling raindrops gave a rhythm on the roof of my house. The wind that blows makes trees and leaves waving. I can not resist the drowsiness, my eyes are eager to enter my subconscious. My sleeping in the beauty of another world that leads me to a pretty confusing dream. Dreams that have a million puzzles that are difficult to answer.
In the dream I saw a fly. He stood by the pool, a large pond drawn like a vast sea. His eyes are very sharp. He looked far across. He was about to fly. Is there a tiny wingtip of his wings that will withstand the vastness of the pond? But not. He was seen boarding the ship. On a leaf, the fly sailed. The wind blew slowly, but he felt it as a hurricane that could drown. How vast it is the ocean or pond. He is torn between waves. Is this sailing? He wants to fly. He wants to fly. But his tiny eyes could not see the land. What a farther land he would go to.
I woke up made, at first I feel the dream has no meaning whatsoever. However, after I thought about it, it was a gesture for me. Sea, pool and land. Is there an island across? Probably, and I began to believe, that the dream certainly did not come in vain. There must be something to say. Had I been rebuked for neglecting those who love me, I have been and thinking more of myself, I am more concerned with my selfishness. And as I see in the dream, does not the opposite country that the fly is aiming for indicates that they have gone away from me? And if that's the case, should not I go back as before.
I must pay more attention to the people around me, the people who love me.