Once, I dreamed of having a party with my friends in the apartment. Non-alcoholic drinks include hamburgers, French fries, popcorn, coke, sprite and hot cocoa, but everyone has a good time. A friend's glasses accidentally fell to the ground and broke a lens. I went over and picked up his glasses to comfort him. "Hey, it's okay, I can fix it for you right away." I held the broken lens in my hand, and I couldn't explain how I felt at that moment. I know that when I open my hand again, it will return to its original state. I silently recalled what it looked like when it was not broken. There was a glimmer of light in my hand, and I let go of my hand in the breath of the crowd, a pair of intact glasses. My friends think I have special abilities or magical skills, so they play games with me. Who else can you lose by playing games in your dreams, including not mastering the strength compared with boys and pushing him far away. It feels really fun. Maybe I have a martial arts dream in my heart.