One night, I dreamt of a girl who lives in an old house by a lake. She waits by the lake for the coming shooting stars. These shooting stars are unusual. Each one carries a small bottle. Each bottle fills with magic water. Whoever drink one bottle of magic water will become younger.
When the shooting star comes, the girl is very happy and she finds a bottle that falls into the lake. She drinks it, and then she becomes younger and prettier.
Yet, the girl does not content, she finds more and drink three of them. Suddenly she sees all the pieces of her past and future. The girl does not want predicted life. She regret of not knowing contentedness.
At last, I woke up. The end.