The DREAM

This is my first post in English.
(Start pondering whether is this the first one? Ignore it, ignorance is bliss, and, yeah, ignorance is bliss.)

My beloved senior from a Chinese-educated family yet scored Band 5 in MUET had taught me genuinely about his secret recipe to drill this fucking language (which allows us to add a 'fucking' in anywhere) efficiently, which is by composing posts in the blog in English.

Alright, I had actually got nothing to say.

Until I reminisced that, a stupid dream that stroke on me and brought me back to my past.
I always think that having a dream, (I mean the situation we meet after we fall asleep, not the ambitious one) that brings me back to medieval times and witness assassination is super cool, just like watching TV.
And I have been enlightened that one of the America ex-president was assassinated in a pom (NOT PORN, see clearly) or in a meeting or whatever, and I used to imagine something like that, it makes me stressful, but challenging.

But, the one that stroke me, was a girl.
A girl who used to, changed me and loved me.
She hugged me tightly, smiled like an angel.
Owh, I seriously did not hope that it was just a dream.
But I did not know who the hell gimme a kick that brought me back to reality (like what that was aforementioned in Inception)
It was five.
And I nearly thought it was real, until I realised that I was in my room, without her, with me.

I do not want to write much about that to prevent misunderstanding.
But, this stupid dream makes my heart grow fonder, although I have been trying hard to throw everything off my head.