It doesn’t matter how long the winter is
When I was wake up, I felt everthing is like in the dream. The sunlight, the leafs, the sky, the smell of the office, the noise from the work, and so on.
When I was deeply in dream, everything seems to be the real. the closed porch, fierce battles, scary monsters.
Always haunt me, here and there, every time.
I feel I’m like a malware running in a sandbox, or a virtual machine, or a jail, living in something not real.
Can we just escaped the jail?