My name is Shi Yi. The dreams I have can come true.
In the dream, the world is an apocalyptic ruin. I could dig through them for clues about other people's lost things—lottery numbers, wallet locations, lost dogs.
Five hundred at a time, no one can be deceived.
But this time it overturned. The dog collar I found in the rubble was so rusty that it looked like it had been thrown away for several years. The partner went to look for it in reality, but found a brand new one.
The injuries sustained in the dream are still on my hands when I wake up.
I received a text message: "What you saw is old, what he picked up is new - don't you find it strange?"
There is something wrong with this dream.
