On the eve of the year of dragon I dreamed of the end of the world (again). It's always about water. Everywhere was flooding like hell. Waves and waves of water plunged indoor incessantly, and we were trying to escape from the angry tides which kept rising and rising. People were fleeing like ants away from a flooded pithole. The slow ones were instantly swallowed by water, dark and cold and heavy like sewage from the gutter. I was terrified. You held me tight and kissed me, telling me everything would be alright. I didn't remember the ending, but I think it's alright to die, as long as we die together.
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