I am walking on a curved, single lane road. One side is a mountain and the other is a cliff. The weather is very hot. The crunch of the cones on the top of the pines, the song of the cicada rise from the mountain and echo into the sky. I can smell the wild scent of the blueberries on the slopes.

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Asphalt road; trapping the sun by absorbing it, it sprays its boiling heat with all its might at cars buzzing over it. I can feel the heat but why doesn't it bother? Everything is slow, blurry. There seems to be something wrong with this. However, I think of thinking about all these afterwards. I turn around, there is a car parked on the side of the road.

"You drive", "The road is too narrow, I can't!", "The road has too many turns from now on."

Suddenly it comes to my mind that I put the brakes on and stop. But why did I get out of the car?

"Funky!"

That's what I say to myself. Even though my words fall from my lips in a whisper, I can hear my trembling voice. A thin, tearful voice keeps repeating.

"Funky!" I'm getting angry. As if those lanes of cities were drawn with a ruler, this road does not look like wide roads. It's nothing like watching the view from the back seat, sleeping while looking at the skyline! You have to get rid of whatever distracts from your mind and just look at the road.

Oncoming vehicles, the cliff on my right is starting to seem meaningless now. You got out of the car! My anger doesn't stop. I keep walking. The car is just one point now. I'm walking away

I remember very clearly the dream I had in the morning. Of course, that narrow and winding road that I have passed many times. I imagine the dark, endless blue of the sea, pine trees, banana gardens descending towards the cliffs. I guess this year's never-ending cold and unpleasant winter season has penetrated my subconscious. I have a feeling of sea and a sweet warmth in my dreams lately. However, the dream I saw this time is a little different.

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Yes, I have passed that road many times. When I was a kid, when I was a teenager, I passed last summer, not far away. But I never drove on that road. I'm trying to figure out the meaning and meaning of my dream. I know that I really want to drive on that road. Focusing on oncoming vehicles while passing through bends, downshifting while taking the bend, staying alert at all times, living the road, integrating with the road, nature, green, yellow and blue colors.
And to face.
To face my fears, danger, life, death.
I guess that's why I want it most.