The night before yesterday, I had a strange dream. In the dream, a man I knew had two broken ankles. When I woke up in the morning, I heard that a woman I knew had a broken ankle. I was lying in a daze, stunned and horrified.
in the dark, what will exist? Be in awe of the unknown things that science cannot explain.
I have always loved dreaming, and dreaming is as casual as my daily routine.
The most beautiful dream is to sit on a bamboo raft and drift on the endless sea. The blue sea, the deep sky, the unpredictable white clouds, my feet soaking in the sea and flapping the waves, seagulls flying by from time to time, and I sang a poem in a wonderful mood. After waking up, I regret that I can't remember a word of the poem, and this beautiful dream can no longer be forgotten.
The sweetest dream is my grandmother and menstruation, who died in different periods. Soon after they left, they met the ones who loved me the most in their dreams. The same kind-hearted and amiable, I hugged them with surprise. They held my hand like I was a child, taking me to familiar places and doing familiar things, just like repeating the past days. Such a sweet dream made me dream for a night and couldn't bear to wake up.
The dream I have the most is a nightmare.
Run wildly on the stone steps of the endless mountain road to avoid being chased.
sprint on the top of a fast train and avoid obstacles from time to time.
In the earthquake, people panicked and fled, and the debris flow seemed to pour slowly, approaching and approaching quickly.
In my dream, a sad story happened, and I woke up crying, tears covered my cheeks and wet my pillow.
Peeking at a group of gangsters in black behind the crack of an alley, he chased a young guy with a long ponytail and a guitar, and shot him at a cross street with no escape.
In the dark night, in the empty building frame, I don't know how to put my hands and feet, and guess what happened here.
At night, I walked into a room covered with blood. Under the dazzling light, there were four or five bodies lying on the ground.
In an empty daytime street, I witnessed middle-aged men around me forcibly twisting the arms of a woman who looks like a husband and wife behind her back in a quarrel, and the woman broke her arms in a scream.
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There is another one, and only this one, with memories of thinking day after day and dreaming night, in which I personally decorated and decorated a beautiful European-style room, a tall, warm and exquisite room with European and American murals.
There are also memories that are forgotten after waking up for a few minutes.
sweet and beautiful dream, I can't forget it so far. I long to dream about it every day, like a movie.
nothing happened in those nightmares. Maybe it's because I'm too timid to watch a horror movie for free, that's all.
Against the background of nightmares, I occasionally feel that life is just a real dream, and life is so beautiful.