January 30, 2024, late
I entered the infinite stream of dreams
The dream is divided into three layers
The first layer is myself sleeping in bed, which I vividly remember in the real world looking up ways to wake up from a nightmare by moving my eyes quickly or pushing my feet hard.
The second dream was that I wore a wig and found something like the curtain call at the end of a variety show, and what I thought was a bed in reality.
Is the third layer of dreams a "game" with a plot?
The first dream took place in a room on the second floor, where a few of us (I couldn't see who the rest were) were trapped outside, snipers with no bullets, and the way to save ourselves was to hide in a room surrounded by walls.
Finally, we cats into that room, but my grandmother appeared, and I was instantly scared half to death, and I wanted to wake up quickly, but in vain, I couldn't do it, and my body was under my control, but my consciousness never left the country.
Until my grandfather Hercules showed up and saved us.
As soon as my consciousness turned to the second dream, my consciousness told me that I had a crush on a little brother, but he was the second father of a child (on their side, the little mother and little father, these are the meaning of aunt and uncle).
Then I went to chase people's houses, chased to the door of the neighbor's house, and suddenly was pounced on by a few little cute dogs, opened their mouths and bitten, the piercing pain, I thought I would wake up in pain, but no.
As a result, my soul trembled with pain, and I opened my mouth uncontrollably and bit the dog hard, so that I could go to the next world.
There is no pain in the third world, but there is a feeling of weightlessness and dizziness.
In this world, I am Liu, and he is the spring breeze (it is actually Zhao Yibo's face, but in fact, I get Dundun, woo).
I am a willow swaying in the wind.
He is the wind that comes to Qinggang in spring.
I felt the wind blowing in my eyes.
I swirled around the trunk of the tree.
The feeling of weightlessness and vertigo came and forced me to enter the next world, one of horrors.
In the fourth world, I was standing at the bottom of the festival of the river, and as a result, my consciousness changed, and I became an offering.
When I was about to be swung to the river**, I became Nezha again, with the Qiankun Circle and Chaotian Aya in my hands, but I didn't have Hot Wheels and Fire Spear, but I could still fly and descend the river monster.
The fifth world has become an audience of ** events again, sitting at the back, and suddenly an old woman with a soul-attracting lamp sits down next to her. As soon as I realized it, something happened to me.
* The teacher actually did it to awaken the demons, and I became the savior again and had to destroy this ritual, but there were several floors of towers, and there were evil guards on each floor, and I worked with several people, and the others were responsible for dragging the evil, and I flew directly to the top floor.
The tower became a door, and there was a light on it, and my consciousness told me to light it, and only by lighting it could I get out of here.
But strangely enough, there seemed to be something preventing the ignition here, so I thought of the old woman, and I flew to the site with the lamp that resembled the pattern of Fujian tulou.
Inside the earthen buildings layer after layer are layers of tablets, and the incense of these tablets needs to be lit in order to gather together to light the lamp again, turning the lamps into incense paper, and it is necessary to wait until they are all burned out before the demon disappears.
So, we divided the work to light these and light the incense paper, but there was still some left before it burned out, and the fire was about to be extinguished, and the demon was about to arrive.
Consciousness told me that in reality (actually the second layer) I had lost my temper, and that temper could make me angry, so I immediately breathed fire and burned the paper.
The demons that were close at hand instantly turned into smoke and disappeared.
In the sixth world, I woke up in the second layer of dreams, arranging my wig, which seemed a bit like Jigong's hat? what？
Then I wanted to wake up and turn on the lights, but when I pressed the switch, the room didn't light up, and it was as if there was a cloth in front of me, and there was some light, but I couldn't see anything clearly.
No matter how much I rolled my eyes, I couldn't even self-harm and never really woke up.
The seventh world, or the eighth world, I'm a little chaotic at this time.
This world is a drunken Hong Kong-style entertainment industry, and I, as one of them, sings in KTV, and there are stars such as Xing Ye and Maggie Cheung next to me, and the room is full of gifts.
A little dizzy, so the picture turned.
In the ninth world, the birthday party turned into a wedding scene, and I sat in the audience, but my consciousness was synchronized with the bride, but unfortunately I couldn't see who the fresh husband was.
It's not a church or a hotel, but there are flowers and stars, it's a bit dreamy, but I want to escape.
So, I struggled desperately, but I was held tighter and tighter, breathless and suffocating, as if I was going to suffocate to death in a dream.
The consciousness changed again, and I returned to the second layer of the dream, I saw two people, they were separated, the man was setting up a stall, and the female protagonist was on the cruise ship, and the consciousness made me feel that this was the ending ...... of Liu and Feng
I also saw subtitles in the distance, similar to a curtain call at the end of a variety show that recorded a brief introduction to the world I had experienced.
Consciousness tells me that I entered this mysterious world and became an NPC or player in my dreams.
When you open your eyes, it's a world, a copy ......
In the tenth world, I woke up, I stretched and wanted to turn on the light, but it was so cold outside, I could feel the temperature in the quilt, which was a feeling I had never felt in a dream.
In the dream, I was conscious, dizzy, weightless, suffocating, but not warm.
I wonder if I'm going to turn on the lights to record these dreams?
But it's so cold, if you weren't afraid of the cold, you wouldn't have covered such a heavy quilt, you wouldn't have slept with your head covered, and maybe you wouldn't have nightmares.
But at 2 o'clock in the morning, I still got up against the cold and spent more than ten minutes jotting down these ridiculous dreams.
The world ends!