Colorful Dream

Colorful Dream
Every girl has a dream. When I am asked about the color of my dreams, white—black or colorful? I always can’t give an obvious answer, though I have thought several times before sleeping. In my heart, as well as the colorful life, the dreams are colorful, too.
Once upon a time, dreaming confused me a lot. It was in my senior school that my dreams of every night made me unconscious the next day. They were full of mystery and stimulation, and I would often remember them. There are some examples: the story happening in a train, the terrorists with guns in hands. Certainly the passengers were extremely frightened. At that time, I appeared on the scene with a brave superman. We rescued the people, so we became heroes.
Colorful rainbow, colorful life. Life is controlled by us, and we can use our own rights to create our new dreams.