每当做了非常难过的梦，醒来之后总久久不能摆脱胸口的憋闷感，沉溺在沮丧里。
无论剧情再荒谬，只要这个梦脉络清晰人物立体事件详实，醒来回想时甚至串得起前因后果，逻辑缜密得像真实发生过。
仿佛不是做梦而是在看电影。
多奇怪啊，十岁之后就没收到过芭比娃娃这种礼物了，梦里的我有种又气又好笑的感受。
梦里那个骗了我的人长得好像某乐队的主唱，以前我未曾太注意过他，甚至想不起他那支乐队的名字，可能只因为十几岁时曾遇到过一个和他很像的长头发的男孩子，梦里的记忆总是千头万绪。
我怀疑梦之所以走向崩塌，根本是我的自我怀疑作祟。
被否定被伤害被欺骗被消磨的感受仿佛囚牢，太难翻越了，即使是我也无法克服。
自救太累了，我以前没想过我也许做不到。
Today, I went to the beach front with my children. I found a sea shell and gave it to my 4 year old daughter and said “You can hear the ocean if you put this to your ear.” She put the shell to her ear and screamed. There was a hermit crab inside and it pinched her ear. She never wants to go back! LoL I know this is entirely off topic but I had to tell someone!