A warning from my soul.

I had a dream this Friday night.

I was roped on a chair. Your enemy was going to hit me.
I said: Mar! Mar is here! He is going to hit me.
Mar was only one-step distance in front of me. He was holding a wood hammer.
I saw you coming out from a door and you were just three steps distance at the right side from me. I was watching you and you were watching me at the same time.
I asked for your help. Everything was moving so fast.

I yelled: King, King, ..K...i.ng, ...K..i..ng, K...i...n...g, ...K..i....n...g, ... K....i...n...g, K......i.....n......g, K.....i....n....g .....................

However, you didn't move...the scene was frozen and you were frozen too.
My voice just like a slow motion scene and like yelling to a cave.
Fortunately, I woke up before Mar did anything to me.

The strangest of this dream: Mar and King were not acting by themself. Mar and King were acting by another person.

Is it a warning from my soul to stop writing to a virtual person who will not send me a handwritten letter. I have not received a single word in my email from this person. I don't even know who this person is.

I did not tell anybody about this behavior. Otherwise, they will send me to psychiatric hospital. I cannot read my book and cannot sketch too. I am so depressed deep down in my soul.

I have been imaging counting the star with you at midnight summer, watching the snow with you in a yellow light small house.

May be the real world does not allow too much fantasy. Let me know I am not crazy.