I had a very intense dream this morning, and I was crying, a crying sensation from the deep bottom of my heart, so desperate, … and when I woke up soon afterward I found tears really filled my eyes, like little pearls, running down on both cheeks; yeah, ’cause I was really way too touched and into the dream scenario.
It should have something to do with the film I watched last night – The Secrets, a 2007 Israeli drama film. I just found the rebellious Michelle in this film so appealing ( MARVELOUS;) ). I dreamed a few people, they were all familiar faces, but I can’t confidently identify them (bizarreness of dreams). Those girls in my dream seemed to be my junior school classmates, but the girl I fell in love with should be an image of Michelle (though likely portrayed by a girl in C15, who also lived in my hometown, named Linna Zhao? Or the fantastic girl Hongyang Wang, with whom once we went hiking while we were freshmen during the National Day holidays. Who was the girl is really not that much matter).
She was a tall, gorgeous girl; straightforward, sincere, vivacious, enthusiastic, cheerful, really agreeable! Besides her extremely charming disposition, she was also in possession of some sort of artistic abilities, like sewing – an ingeniously designed bag was sewed for me, which was perfect and I treasured it tremendously as my life.
We had truly a wonderful time, the short but incredible time being with her was one of my happiest. Then kind of we established a relationship, I initiated it – it seemed I had known it was a dream, thus I became the bravest guy I ever thought I could be, then subconsciously kissed her on the cheek and confessed my love to her. When I told her it was my first kiss (though NOT on the lips) and I was incredibly ecstatic about it, my heart was racing fast, emotions ran high, she was kind of surprised. Yeah, I myself do feel stunned as well. After a few flirting words, an unstoppable desire of feeling struggled out and we kissed with tremendous ardor for a few minutes. Recall back now, the feeling of kissing was really something else though not genuine. The truth is I was hopelessly, irretrievably fell in love with her.
Yet, the ending is quite dramatic, there were a bunch of bastards (seemed to be Japs?) attempting to kill us, and sadly, my Miss Right got shot. All of a sudden, my heart turned into a fallen glass bottle, broken. The heart-broken moment was by no means describable. I clasped her tightly in my arms, ran to the beach, golden dusk light shed softly on the sea surface. There seemed to have endless words I want to say to her, but I didn’t manage to. Instead, I could somehow feel her heart beating and the warm blood flowing through her body, bringing me traveling through the fond memories in my mind…