My Dream Journal

I've been recording more and more of my dreams in my phone's memo app lately, and it's getting hard to look them up. I've decided to keep them here instead. These are records of some dreams I've had over the past few years. Please preorder my new story: In every novel, movie, and similar story, there's always a fat woman or a fat middle-aged lady who does something ignorant, idiotic, and selfish, bringing about her own destruction. After she gets what she deserves, everyone else calls her an awful woman or something like that. Feng Xing Shou was among the first people chosen for a highway survival game. She couldn't drive at all. After nearly wrecking the car and sending herself to her grave trying, she went hungry and waited for two days, twelve hours, and forty-four minutes before the resource-gathering instance finally opened. The fact that she could enter the instance without driving gave her a chance at survival. Once inside, she shamelessly gathered every supply she could find, but still became cannon fodder when she tried to escape along the racecourse because she couldn't drive. Only when she was dying and heard what the others said did she realize that if this were a highway survival novel, she would be the foolish, selfish piece of cannon fodder who got what she deserved. Feng Xing Shou had just one thing to say: ...Is it really reasonable to send someone who can't drive into a highway survival game? Fortunately, she was born with the ability to rewind after death, returning to three minutes before her death countdown. The first thing she did was gather up the young men in the instance who could drive and repair cars, treating them as supplies too. Hagiwara Kenji, the Akina Mountain racing god, was bundled onto the racetrack one second before an explosion: Who are you, ma'am? Kidnapping is against the law, and kidnapping a government employee makes it even worse. My silver handcuffs are already itching to come out. Matsuda Jinpei, who'd waited three years before he too was bundled away: Heh... Couldn't you give me three minutes to defuse a bomb first? Link: Other works: Theme: Perhaps, sometimes, one can find a certain kind of insight.