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After I woke up this time, I couldn't recall anything at all.
There was no shyness, no sweetness, and no expectation.
It was just full of anger.
Although I knew that it was only a dream, I still couldn't control my anger.
It seemed that I didn't really understand Brian at all. He was kind and handsome, but he still cheated on me behind my back.
It was the weekend, so I didn't have school today. Otherwise, I would have rolled my eyes at him if I was at school.
In the afternoon, Avery called me. She said that she had two tickets for a concert and asked me to accompany her.
Before the concert started, I gave Avery a brief retelling of those dreams. I was eager to talk about them, hoping that she could help me analyze why I kept having the same dream.
I told her that I really couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality. They felt very real.