Mu Lan was wearing a beautiful white wedding dress with a flowing skirt. She was sitting on a swing, decorated with beautiful flowers. A tall man in a dark suit was standing behind her and staring at her while she looked back with an upturned face. He pushed the swing and she was full of laughter as she flew into the air, her flowing veil and skirt rustled and danced in the strong breeze.
The swing was coming back to where the man was. When she looked back and was about to touch his face, she woke up.
It was another dream. Who was the man? Was he the father of her child? Was the scene from their wedding? His face was always a blur.
Mu Lan opened her eyes and a blurry splash of white met her gaze. She closed her eyes and opened them again. The white ceiling still appeared blurry. She blinked a few times then she focused her eyes on the ceiling.
