Dream #1 : Back to the past

I want to share the problem with my eyes because I think there is a connection with the dream.

I have a disease called “peripheral reticular pigmentary degeneration (PRPD)” and leads to some specific problem such as:

1. I can’t see in dark places

2. Tubular visual field (gradually narrows to a tubular shape, eventually remaining as if I were looking through binoculars)

3. color blindness (but I don't remember what specific color)

4. Inflammation of the base of the cornea, leading to degeneration and, eventually, blindness.

I called this dream: Back to the Past.

At night, my wife (lazy, withdrawn) and I were sitting facing the sea (it’s very dark and calm). We were talking happily (I can see very clearly in the dark).

Change of scene.

It's night, the sea is calm. A man came up from the sea. When he reached the shore, he had to deal with another man who was always teasing people and pushing them into the sea, and he did the same with him. The Korean walks along the shore wearing a bathing suit.

From his point of view (Korean son).

In a library like in a black-and-white movie, he sees me as a teacher who works very hard and shared with many other children.

He sat in the distance and felt proud. He was thinking: ever since Mom died, Dad has worked hard, always trying to do his best, so why did he die?

I went to the bathroom and felt very comfortable. I woke up and was happy that nothing had happened in reality.

Dream #2 : Learning all over again

I dreamed that my middle-school teacher called me and wanted me and Suzan to erase the blackboard. Because I'm short, I couldn't reach the top of the board, so I had to get up on a chair to erase the top.

Afterwards, the teacher said that I had erased more neatly than Suzan, and then continued with his lesson. The teacher didn't seem to value me very much because I don't study very well.

*Suzan: classmate in college: immature, hyperactive, fun loving

Dream #3 : Parachute van

My son goes to English school in a van. At first, he was alone. Then, there were a few other classmates with him. While everyone was waiting for the van, it began to rain heavily, then everyone got in the van to go to school.

When the students finally got into the van, I went inside and saw my son standing there and crying.

I asked my son who had bullied him. Then I told the students that they were classmates, so they should love and respect each other.