There’s a dream that has occurred repetitively since I was three. In that dream, I’m always running from someone and finally jump off a cliff, where dead bodies pile up. Though the dream repeats, everything seems clearer to the point I can see clearly the person who is chasing me. It’s someone I don’t know but feel kinda familiar with. It’s weird that he has such a sad face.
I don’t know if I should believe in that dream. Maybe it’s just trying to warn me about something.
