Wrongfully

Chapter 8

when I looked through the post, it turned out that I had LUCID DREAM all along.

LUCID DREAM is the moment when you realize that you are dreaming, because you feel that something is awkward when in the atmosphere.

when I saw the comments of others in the post, it turned out I could feel it myself.

I looked at the person's provocative photos one by one and read the story.

worse, when he wanted to buy one of the houses in the city he just occupied.

as he walked around his brother's house, he claimed to have dreamed and entered the house and knew what the atmosphere was like.

it was one of his dream homes

a few months later, the house was sold .

he was very calm and doubtful he immediately contacted the owner of the house he wanted to sell.

however, it is not a warm welcome received by the homeowner.

the owner of the house was afraid and harassed the candidate pepmbeli.

in fact, he is considered a ghost who lives in his house, even though the house is one of the houses he likes.

it is terrible, even considered a ghost.

until now I was glad I didn't experience this.

I'm the oldest child, but my age has been two-headed and entered the head of three, I'm still tied up with my own imagination.

I still love fairy tales, even my dreams haven't changed at all.

usually people my age don't have other high imaginations.

I still dream the same when I was a dozen years old.I feel my age stopped there.

I'm so scared of the threat of a real future.

even I was greatly inferior to my sister who was much younger than me but she was developing as usual.

I was so ashamed and angry with myself.

if I forced anything it would not go well.

I also enjoy doing activities that I do alone rather than my brother who is easy to make friends.

which hurt me most with the words my parents said I was useless.

my age has made money and a family.

make money !?

anyone wants to be no exception, but it looks like I failed in business.

family !?

meeting people is very uncomfortable.

now I'm developing what I can.

I hate to pick up and sew clothes.Everyone expects a good one but for an unreasonable fee with the tiredness of my work.

my dream is very broken.

I'm like a bully.

how I'm not excited, everyone wants the results of my hard work and does not know what I want to try.

what is produced only just mengamabr only now ?.