My dream--Chased by the zombies

I dream almost every night. Last time when I told my classmate that I dream of her, she said, "you've told me so many times about that." That's true. If dreaming is like directing a film, then I must be an experienced director, for I direct hundreds of films every year.

Last night, I dreamed about being attacked by the zombies in Resident Evil. I am standing in a crowded subway station with other evacuees waiting for the train to take us away from this place. The zombies are heading toward the subway station, and I can hear people near the exits start to scream. We desperately need to get out of this city. However, when the train comes, it doesn't stop, and I can see all the people in the train are killed by the zombies.

I can't go outside, because the station is surrounded by the zombies, and I don't want to take another train, for it might also full of zombies. Having no choice, I jump down the platform and run on the track. At this point, I know the zombies already intrude the station and attack everyone inside. I run into the dark tunnel with all my strength without looking back again. Then I wake up. I am still alive.

The face of an Indian woman

New York is a good place for me to observe the faces of people from different countries. Sometimes, I will stare at somebody's face, try to memorize it, go home and draw it down. For me, drawing is a leisure activity, and writing in English is more like a job. In this aspect, painting should be my first language.

girl, F train, memory

Subway is a wonderful place for me to observe human faces. This is a girl I saw on F train today. I didn't want to take out a camera and take her pictures, so I kept her image in my head. On the paper, I can recreate the image. My memory, therefore, is preserved on the paper, and because of this painting, my memory exists.