Life, Once Again!

It was a strange dream, being hit by a car. One floor got out of bed and came out of the living room. I put water in the coffee port As the sound of the water boiling, the cat that was lying on the couch approaches. The floor stroked his head. When I first came to this house, I used to hide behind the couch and watch out all day, but now I feel comfortable enough to follow me around when I call. My friends called me a dog.

The corn tea bag was placed in a mug and followed by water. Smells pretty good. I put the cat on my side and sat on the couch. I turned on the TV, staring blankly at the TV and smiling. It was still a clear dream. After one minute of waking up, most of the stories were evaporated and left with a single impression, but this dream was so memorable that it could be written as a book.

“I'm an actor. ”

It was amazing. I never wanted an actor or dreamed of it, but I was an actor because I dreamed of it. An up-and-coming actor just before he became an actor.

The floor grabs the car and puts down the cup and stands up. He glanced at the cat, then straightened his voice and said. It was an ambassador for a play in a dream. It was so vivid that one grain of vomit was not wrong. I laughed at the ambassador as if I was giving a speech. I was surprised that the long line of dialogue about what I was doing and had never memorized could not be broken, and I got drunk.

“It doesn't make sense to be reborn. ”

A life repeated dozens of times. Apparently, the time-slip movie I saw a few days ago affected my subconscious. Everyone wants a rebirth, but the rebirth I saw in my dream was like a bee. Repeating hundreds, maybe more, of lives without even realizing it. It was truly terrible.

“Baek Seoin, are you having a rebirth, too? I heard cats have nine lives. ”

I grabbed my cat and shoved it. The quiet cat flinches away. He liked to pet me, but if I didn't like him, he was groaning. The floor hasn't left the couch for a while. It was because of a dream. A dream that would leave such a long life behind.

The floor looked at the clock. Weekends, but no appointments. There was nothing to do. I had to go to work out, but I was concerned about the dream that was catching my eye. I bought it and sat at the dining table with only a few notes and pens. I wrote the first paragraph of my dream on the first page. Soon after I was reborn as a high school student. A man struggling every day with anxiety about the future. I liked the content. I would have done it myself.

Dreams feel gross because their characters are based on reality. A familiar face appeared. People who have been in contact so far have also come out of their dreams. In his dream, he became a aspiring writer. If the guy who works at the shipyard hears about this, he'll look puzzled. There was a sharpening after all. However, it was hard to call my friend because I lost contact after high school.

“It's a little weird that I know Kim Su-yeon's secret. Yang Ganghwan, Flooding and living with your brother are funny. ”

Perhaps you are a popular actor in reality, but you also appear as a popular actor in your dreams. This is the limit to your imagination. After all, dreams are just a little different from reality. Yuna was a little happy that she confessed to him. If a cute boy like that confesses, he'll take it without rejecting it. But she wouldn't exist. My tastes are reflected in my dreams. Charming is a real idol, so I'm not impressed.

It was a time when I was writing down the text as if it were a tile. Suddenly, my hands stopped. The floor folds its arms over the pen.

“Who is she? ”

She. The floor saw "her" in the cut. She was a very important person. Every principle of his reincarnation was tailored to her. Choosing theater was about finding her, and worrying about the future was about living with her.

But I didn't really think about who that important ‘she’ was. No name, no looks, no taste. I talked, shared memories, and shared sorrow in my dreams, but the mosaic was left on her face amazingly. Other people are sharp enough to sketch.

I tapped the tip of the pen onto the note and watched the TV. The drama where Ahn Ju-hyun was appearing was being rerun. I laughed again. I used to be close to her.

The floor rises, heads shaken. It was a dream that remained strangely deep in memory, but eventually disappeared. It was funny to hold it together. It was time to close the pen lid and fold the note. Two letters of "her" poked me in the eye. There was a laughter.

“Yes, there's nothing to do. ”

If you talk to a friend, they will tell you that you are an archer. So you might tell them to go steady. But the floor was not willing to fall in love. I never dreamed of getting married. I liked just living alone. This is what he said when he was bored. Soon there will be a world of unmarried trends. Biologically, it wasn't that I hated women. I was happy and excited when I got a confession like I did in my dream. When I saw a picture of a beautiful celebrity while surfing the internet, I also rolled around to look at it. But I didn't feel the same way about being seriously together. Maybe he's afraid to take responsibility. It's a hard world to live alone in. You will feel the burden of accepting and being with someone else's life.

I would, but strangely, I couldn't take my eyes off her. Why do people care so much about her when she's so dark and invisible? It was bizarre. Could it have been because the dream seemed so real?

I thought about her for a while. However, as the worries deepened, her whereabouts became more subtle. The floor slaps the cheek and covers the note. It was better to exercise than to pay attention to useless things.

I changed into my workout clothes and went out - June weekend weather was perfect for jumping. I plugged my earphones into my ears and ran through the Han River Park. It was time to speed up past the lover who went for a walk with the dog. The floor stops running, exhaling. The person sitting on the opposite bench notices. It was a woman who looked like a college student and a girl who looked like a middle school student. I was having a drink and talking. It will be a very good person every day. Among many other relationships, I thought of myself as a sister because of my dreams. It was a woman I saw in my dreams. It was unrealistically the same. It glowed with Juna.

The floor removed the earphones from its ears. It was time to think rationally. It didn't make any sense. Just because I saw girls in my dreams in front of me, it was crazy to talk to my close relatives. It was a coincidence. Or déjà vu. Neurologically, something was definitely wrong. It was something to ignore and run. It was normal to play the stopped song again, keep breathing and move forward.

However, the knee has already turned toward the sister. The floor walks towards you, shouting to itself. What the hell are you going to do? I arrived in front of both of them during the struggle between reason and flesh. Juna, no, the college girl stared at me. It was a vision of vigilance. Of course it was. There's a guy staring at me, breathing heavily.

“What's the matter? ”

The college girl asked. The floor was speechless. I saw it in a dream, and it was hard to say, "You look exactly the same." The college girl immediately responded. I stood up tightly by the girl's hand beside me. The floor moves aside. If you try to stop him, he'll call the police.

“Sister?”

“Come on, it's glowing. ”

The voice hits your ear. The floor turns and unconsciously says.

“Is your name Yuna? ”

“What are you doing? ”

The college girl said, I was confused. The floor says sorry, "and then turns around. I couldn't believe it. Incidentally, it was so amazing. I went into the bathroom with my gaze drawn behind my back. The floor finds its face whitened.

I washed it with cold water. My head aches. She scratched her brain with two letters. I grabbed my head with both hands. The old man asked me how he was doing.

“I'm fine.”

The pain did not last long. He vanishes like a lie. He breathes his last breath and comes out. It was after the college girl disappeared. The floor returned straight home. Something's off. Accuracy is creepy enough for a coincidence. Same look, same name.

Flooring held a cell phone in his hand. and searched for "Act of Dusk." I even appeared in a dream, but in reality, I only heard the obscure title. I didn't know anything about the content or who appeared. I looked up information on the internet

“That's ridiculous. ”

From starring actors to movie content, it was the same as what I saw in my dream. Except for the fact that the cast name doesn't have a word. I wonder if I'll get a kick out of this. I felt delicate and excited at the same time and searched for drama this time. I pressed the search button and the screen changed after a while.

The floor smiles. No. Suddenly, I was out of control. When I think about it, I didn't even know if the name of the college girl was' Yuna ’in the park. It could have just been something shiny in the name. It didn't make any sense to take it lightly. Clear was one of my dreams anyway. Since everyone's face was two eyes, one nose, and one mouth, there was a high chance that they had overlapped with the face they had seen in their dreams. I'm not a child. I can't believe you're so excited about this. I was sorry to think of the feeling of a surprised college girl.

The floor unfolds its notes. I tore up a piece of "her" and threw it in the trash. I dreamed of disappearing after a day. The proof that the dream that was so vivid was beginning to fade. Your brain is starting to function normally.

She sighed and went to the bathroom.

* * *

“Good job, sky. Be careful.”

“Yes, sir. ”

Hansky opened the cafe door. For a month since I started part-time, I've become quite familiar with it. I took out my phone while drinking a sip of strawberry juice that I gave you to go. Carefully press the bank app that you have placed in the center of the screen. I took a step and pressed the password. A cute bank mascot appeared on the screen briefly and disappeared. I pressed the search button immediately.

“This vacation is a busy life. ”

I was going to do part time weekly for 3 months. When I opened, I promised to move to the weekend. When I thought about the student loans, I couldn't feel relieved that it was vacation. I wanted to go on a trip, but I didn't want to do anything sorry for me in the future.

It was sunny enough to feel good. Maybe your bank balance made you feel better. I looked at the halfway juice and stopped in front of the clothing store. I was stuck to the glass wall to tidy up the shop. I came to the clothing rack in front of the store with a piece of paper marked 'Card x Refund x’ in my eyes. The old clothes hang pitifully. It was worth taking a look because it was still cheap. You might find treasure like this.

It was time to take a slow look at my clothes. A man passes by. It was a man wearing a black hood. It didn't have any eye-catching features, but I looked at it strangely.

“Don't touch that too much. ”

The lady came out and said, The sky bowed and fell out of its clothing. My interest in clothes has already fled. I was drawn to the man walking in front of me.

I wonder if it's finally a slow romance. Heaven had never been interested in men in college, not before. In high school, when my friends spent the night talking about their childish romance, the sky just opened their ears and fought back. That's how high school went. The same was true of the university. There were several group meetings, but they were always rejected. By the end of the third grade, this personality was known and no one recommended it. I had never met a man who would say this because I didn't do club activities or participate in a separate event, but I couldn't be interested in meeting him. Because I am.

The sky shifted. The man who was ahead stopped in front of the grandmother selling pumpkins on the side of the road. The man laughed and bought a pumpkin. It looked good somehow. The sky continued to follow the man. I thought about what this was doing, but I didn't stop walking.

The man stopped in the middle of the road. The musical concert guide was next to a telescoping pole. The man stares at Pickett dazed. Is there a story to it? If it had been normal, he would have gone back here. No, I wouldn't have followed a stranger in the first place. What led me here?

It was when I was staring at the man dazed. The man turns around. The wind caught my eye. I couldn't argue with the fact that I didn't see you. It was time for me to turn my head in a dry cough. But my neck didn't move. It was hard to avoid a man's gaze. I didn't want to avoid it, to be exact.

The man also did not look away. The man glanced up at the sky, as if it were a big thing if he turned around, or if it was stiff.

The car passes by. A person touches it. The cool breeze settles and leaves, and the twisted yoga makes my ears tingle. It was an ordinary street. It was nothing special. But something changed the moment the man came into view.

The sky blinked. There is a black rabbit in front of your nose. The rabbit disappeared before I even wondered why. Literally disappeared. Like magic, and there was a voice in my ear. You're bound by tough fate and coincidence. I enjoy watching you.

The sky shocked, temporarily blocking its ears, and then took off. Is that a hallucination?

Meanwhile, a man approached.

“Are you all right?"

“Yes? Oh, yes. ”

The man said nothing. It's been about 10 seconds. The man opens his mouth again.

“Of course.”

It was a man passing by. The long exchange of eyes, the hallucinations, the frustration. You turn back. The man looks at the ground and walks.

Somehow, the sky felt like he would turn around and hold on to himself. Like you've done hundreds, thousands, millions of times. It was a strange thing.It was definitely the first man I saw today.

While thinking, the man grew farther away. The sky sighed. I'm just tired. While I was breathing, the man disappeared completely out of sight. Wake up, Hansky. I think I was fascinated for a moment. I turned toward the house. Let's sing our noses lightly, and it will make us feel better.

I snore one step at a time. One step, one step. I wonder how much it cost. The sky looked down at itself. You feel empty. You have to hold on to something firmly. Something warm and sweet.

My body was jumping. With power to the direction where the man disappeared. While running, my phone bounced out of my pocket. The broken phone rolled to the floor. I even saw the man on the road pick it up. It was a matter of getting close and receiving it, but the sky went forward.

“Student!”

I ignored your call and ran. If I waited, I would have missed it. I circled the alley. I see a man climbing a low hill. The sky runs. The mattress holds its breath and narrows the distance from the man. I'll go first, not you.

You reach out and grab the man's hand. The man looks back, surprised. The sky could only laugh.

“Is something wrong? ”

The man asks. The sky nods. There is a job.There can't be no way. There's a lot going on between you and me.

“One drink.”

The sky says, the man's eyes slowly widen. It was more of a surprise than a pleasure.

“Do you know me? ”

“I know.”

“Yes?”

“I know too well. So this time I'm going to go first. You've always reached out to me. ”

“What are you saying.... ”

“Don't you understand? Then I'll let you know. ”

The sky pulled his neck. The familiar feeling and familiar smell approached. Lips are lightly folded. It was a sign to announce the beginning. It's not a boring ending, it's a new beginning.

After a short kiss, I stepped back.

“Do you get it now? ”

Heaven said, he slammed his lips instead of answering. It was a second kiss that was neither long nor short. The man lowers his head and whispers.

“Now I know my life has begun. ”

The man says, "The sky holds his hand with a smile." It was still warm hands.

[Wan]