nit，carefullysarthereiningwoodchipsontheincense，ignitetheincense，insertitonthesideoftheeldersister'shead，andswallowapillbyyourself.

    BeforeIcontinuetothinkaboutit，headsuddenlyfaintsandIlieontheground.Atlast，Ihearther'svoice.Itseethatit'sfaraway.Iforgetyou'restillhere，andI'llbefineaftertwohours'sleep.

    IlooklikeI'4or15yearsold.Ishouldbeinjuniorhighschool.I'hockedandIthinkofit!Thisisadreahadinthethirddayofjunioryear.It'salwaysdarkindreaIwenttoschoolwithoziafterschoolandsenthiofirst.

    Ican'ttellwhatit'slike，andtheskeonitisnotfloatingup，butfloatinghorizontallyaroundtheoldsister'sbody!

    Iwalkedslowly，andthelightonthetreewasreandrebright.Isawapeachononeofthebranches.Ireachedforit.WhenItouchedthepeach，Isawself.ThatwaswhenIwenttoschool.

    Ridinga28'sbike，andbrotherozitogetherafterschool，fastpedalingonthebike，therearesopotholesintheroad，thebikepassesbyverybuy，whatdoyouandbrothersaytogether，happysle，withthepotholesonthebackofthebag，buingontheback.

    It'sagrayplace，Ican'tseetheskyandtheground，Ican'tseethedistance，Ican'tseeself，soIwalkwithignorance，Idon'tknowhowlongIhavewalked，howfarIhavegone，itseethatIdon'thaveanyconsciousness.

    Thereseetobeabeaflightbehind.Iturnaroundsubconsciouslyandlook.It'satreebehind.Therearesobluelightstripesonthetree.Thosestripesflash.

    Hisfalylivedinasingleyardinthepassengerstation.Later，Icaoutandrodetoho.Itwasdarkasifitrainedagain.Therewerenypuddlesontheground.Irodeandrodealltheti，butIcouldn'tgetbackho.Later，whenIwastired，Iwantedtofindozi，soIsuddenlyrodetothepassengertransportstation.IletgoofhandandrealizedthatIwasawake.

    It'sazing.Moassonygoodthings.IcanoperatethefIdon'thavethetechnology.IcangetupifIcan't.

    Infrontofisthepeachtree.Myhandhasjusttouchedapeach.Thatpeachisadreafchildhood.It'saverystrang

    Ilookedaroundatthespace.Thegrayplaceseedtobefloatingwithgrayfog.Icouldn'tseethegroundunderfeet，soIdidn'tknowwhetherIwasstandingonthegroundorfloating.

    Isee.Thisistheincenseofanesthesia