I had a crazy soccer game on Saturday, during which I scored a bunch of goals with only shorts in cold weather. One of the immediate response of my body is that it gave me a fever. I was stuck in bed for the whole Sunday and nothing is tasteful at all. However, I do have interesting experience of dreams, a lot of dreams. One of the most meaningful dream I have ever had yesterday night is that I am actually thinking about dreams.

One of the fundamental things about the world is that there is clearly only one "self" to everyone. No matter how suspicious you are, you are clearly realize that in your daily life, there is only one "I" . However, dream might be one of the only places ( I can not think of another though) where you can vividly watch yourself performing in the scene. The concept of I splits. I think I am not the only person that in my dream, I saw another me.