Hello Della:  

 Let's look over this essay, shall we?

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Where is the end?

   I Had a dream some   days ago.
In that dream I was with a friend.   The   weather  was  warm,

like in the summer.

She said to me;    “Do you want go to Tibet with me?”

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There  was  a big bag in my hand, but I did not feel  that  it was heavy,

and birds were flying across the sky.

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I said to her;  "You go there to get closer to sky,

 but he ["it" might be appropriate, rather than He]    is my sky, 

so why would i go there?”

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Of course he is not my sky, or why would i just leave him?

 
The only person  I  can count on is myself. 

That’s what  I knew   a  long time ago.

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A nightmare when i was young,   was that I was stuck in a small box,

can’t move.  I just wanted to die in that box.

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After i grew up,  everytime I went somewhere,

I  felt like the box is getting bigger.

Reading books   is not just about studying for  school tests.

Reading is about the  hope  that the place that I cannot physically  reach,

my mind  could  by imagination,  by means of the book.

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Feels like the cat town.
There is a story that I  read some  time ago.
A story from the book   "1984".

A young man was on a trip with no destination,

He just  picked a place he likeed,  and stayed  there for some time.
One day he arrived at an empty town.  No one was there,

but the town had  everything in it.

Except it looked  like everyone just left  in a hurry,  without taking anything.

At  night  cats come into the town.

Living there,  the young man realized that  it was  a cat town.
He could leave.  

The train arrived twice each day; but somehow he just stayed there.

He would go out at day time looking for food, and hide in the tower at night.
The third night a cat smelled him,  but they could not  see him.

He  is invisible to cats.

They are really angry  to sense the human by smell,  but not be able to see him.

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After cats disappeared in the darkness, the young man was scared, but he did not think cats would be nice to him as they have sharp teeth and   seemed to show anger  at a   human  presence.

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   The next day he decided leave there,

but when the train passed by the cat town, it did not stop.

As  the night came, cats are about to arrive.

Then the young man realized that he can’t leave the cat town.

He missed the chance.

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It reminds me of a  friend, who  is older than me,  has  a  good stable job,

is  married,  has  a family, and  has a peaceful life.

Sometimes I envy her.

I could live like her if I  wanted;  but isn't that  like in the cat town?

I'm never gonna found the way back.

I  would not be able to  see the  other place anymore.
Although I know if continue the journey, it  would be tough; but I  still want to  be on a train,  and go to someplace that’s far away.
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Be careful of the cat town.

Maybe someday I’ll arrive at a place that i really want to  stay in, and grow old and die  there .  I will  continue on my way,  and hope that will  happen.

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 Della,  what a profounding moving account or your very symbolic dream.

 It is self-explanatory in its symbolism.  I am very appreciative of your publishing this. It is bold, understandable and very well written.  I am very impressed with your dream!---Warm Regards,  Bruce

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