Dream, Night Book

Every morning when I wake up and open my eyes, I see nothing but the familiar ceiling and the familiar bed. Everything looks familiar. Time is like running water. Years and decades pass by in a hurry. Life is repeated day after day, and days and nights are repeated. In the long night, the only thing that can accompany us besides ourselves and our family is this dream. The accumulation of dreams over time, a little becomes a big thing, and then there is the desire to record them. I use pen and paper to describe the dreams here. I hope people who are destined can see them, and I hope you like them. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.