Fievelian Fantasy

that presumably illuminated my path.

In a restaurant, a boy was playing WoW just like the way he usually does... the meal I ordered had remained unserved to the last minute. My impatience for continued waiting made me leave. The boy playing gently responded my farewell, then turning his head for what he had been doing.

This dream, in a sense, could signal what I am supposed to face and conduct from now on... maybe kinda message from Buddha... I believe so to some degree.

To Carry, or to Put, that's the question. Now I choose... PUT.