very sad day

I closed down my previous blog yesterday because someone had found my identity. It turned out that many readers complained and cried for it. Knowing my identity was a red-line from the very first day that no one should have crossed it.

I knew that this happens one day, but I didn't expect it at this time. I had no other choice but closing it.

Last night, I had a bad dream. I saw that I was in a street and somebody was dead. We were walking over a bridge where there was a machine to compress dead corpus. Once the dead body fell into that machine, a scream came out of that body. I hated that innovation. I just couldn't endure it, and I started to cry. I was crying that I woke up. I slept about 3 am, but I woke up 8 in the morning after this dream. It was strange because most of the time I could hardly wake up at 9 am when I sleep that late.

I believe that it was something related to my previous blog. I've never seen such a sad dream since many years ago. As far as I can remember, the last time I saw I am crying while sleeping was when my grandfather passed over. I don't really know what to do for it. I really can't endure people being sad and hopeless. They were used to read my writings to the point that they couldn't believe the end has come, and I couldn't believe their comments. It sounded that my blog was a part of their life. I wish this wouldn't happen again.