Nightmares

Today I saw a short article about sleep machines. Speaking of which, I don't sleep well during my lunch break. I feel like I'm half asleep and half awake, but I'm still in a dream. I can control myself in the dream and the direction of the dream. But every time I woke up, my heartbeat was frighteningly loud. But the feeling of controlling dreams is really good⊙⊙. There is a theory that dreams occur because the body is resting while the brain is still active (we are not sure). It may be that I liked to stay up late at night and watch movies, and most of them were weird literary science fiction and war movies, so what I dreamed about were either weird worlds (fairy tale worlds, fairy mountains, secret realms) , emmmm, I also dreamed of being among flowers (referring to the French version of Beauty and the Beast) and I could control my dreams when I took a nap at noon.,,,,, What I looked forward to most during that time was my lunch break. The most powerful one, hahaha, was that I dreamed about flying fighter jets during World War II, but I was wondering if it was because I didn't control my dream in the dream, but my subconscious classified it as a dream that I had controlled? Although I often pressed the ghost on the bed when I was a child, I have developed the habit of pressing it and continuing to sleep regardless of it. But I still like dreaming. My childhood dreams, apart from being haunted by ghosts, are the ones I remember most about floods, earthquakes and tsunamis (I think it was a disaster that I thought of as a child because I watched too much TV). These dreams have been recurring. Then the more novel thing is that he is flying, although it is rumored that he is growing taller. There are also some more transcendental dreams in which I am on a mountaintop paved with bricks, with huge statues and the holy light of the sunrise. The light shining on the stone bricks and statues is like entering the divine realm. There are also many "I" in the dream flying across the magnificent water. The waves on the water are sometimes clear and sometimes like roaring waves. When I'm on the water, sometimes I can see the lake on the other side, and sometimes I can't see the sea on the other side. It's possible that multiple dreams are remembered together. And I, I don't know what I am? A gust of wind or a wave. Or a specific person? I don't know, I only have the consciousness to feel that I am floating here and there in a flash, feeling the wonders and adventures. After waking up, although I can't completely describe my dream, part of it will be imprinted in my mind, and I will even feel that way when I think about it, as if I have experienced it. But your brain can clearly tell you that it is a dream. In some dreams, I don't feel like I'm dreaming, but in some dreams, you know it's a dream just from the beginning. Most dreams are spliced ​​together in a messy way. I don't know when the scene will change and what scene will be next, or what will happen. Scary nightmares usually occur in scenes that I am familiar with and people I am familiar with, otherwise they would not be able to scare me much. The dream comes from me, and I feel that it starts from my cognition and playing with my imagination. Maybe the wonders I dreamed about were just my imagination after watching a certain promotional video and some things I longed for at the time. And there is a saying that says that you have something to think about every day and something to think about at night. When I was a kid, I watched Inception and some science fiction movies. Sometimes I wondered if I was in a dream. Could there be another me in another world and I was doing radio gymnastics? Because in my dream, this world was actually the real world. I was in class and I was doing radio gymnastics in the classroom like a monster?

Wow, this idea is very interesting. If you don't want to pry into other people's secrets, even if it's a sweet dream, it's not appropriate to overdo it.

The writing is very detailed! Please hook up and hug me!

Once I woke up from a dream. It was three o'clock in the morning. I stared silently at the roof of the dormitory for a long time. It felt like my brain was covered by a machine, my body stayed in place, and my soul was running around.