I think I dream about the lifes I lived before this one.
Tonight:
we were lying in bed again and you told me that you decided to go to the war for five years
-what war I don't know, but it was a real war, I mean you were going to kill people and you would probably also die-
What a stupid change of plans
I woke up crying
I guess I had a great love once, that was killed in a war.
Maybe in ancient China, perhaps in I World War
And still when I am awake I daydream all the time
but whatever I daydream, I never remember it
I wonder if daydreams are about our future lifes
