In my dreams, I can still tell clearly that everything is an illusion. But when I wake up, I can no longer be sure whether anything in the dream really happened. Here's a hint: this is a story about what is real. It's still at the outline stage for now (hides face).
I have always been extremely thirsty for stories in dreams.
I've had this dream several times. In the dream, I not only watched from God's perspective, but also experienced it personally and empathically.
I can't remember what happened in the dream now, but I still vaguely remember that I vaguely typed out this dream in Penguin Space, so I went through the space again to talk about it.
On May 10 this year, I probably had an erotic dream. It was a station (I didn't know if it was a bus, train, or airplane terminal). I could clearly see people coming and going around me, and it was very noisy. But my mind clearly told me that there was nothing around me. I sat on a seat casually and waited for a while or a long time. I stared coldly at the illusory figure walking in front of me, and I realized very clearly that I was dreaming. A boy walked up to me with purpose and stood still, staring at me.
A dream is probably a mysterious drama that does not allow anyone to escape from it. I don't know whether the boy is a teenager or a young man. The faces of all the people in the dream are blurry. But since the boy appeared, I always felt that he was darker than the crowd around me. To be precise, he was a solid shadow and an illusory shadow.
After waking up, I only remember that he had fair skin, wore glasses, was taciturn and liked to be quiet.
I don't remember what I said to him. I watched us hugging each other and then kissing, inseparable.
Finally he left, well, I watched him get on the vehicle, and I turned around and left, parting ways.
From God's perspective, I looked at everything coldly, with no ups and downs in my mood. But the moment I woke up from the dream, my heart hurt like crazy.
I always feel that this is a once-in-a-lifetime encounter, and we will only meet once, and once is a lifetime.
This dream was not very thrilling. I was even dreamed about it when I was in junior high school. That "I" was too jealous and tortured and killed all the women around her husband. My husband always watched silently and never stopped me. Later, I was discovered and arrested by an outsider who was probably a police officer, and he chose to execute me on a certain day. My husband still watched these things happen silently. The day before I was locked up and prepared to be executed, my husband, who had little presence in the dream, appeared in front of me. We pretended that nothing had happened and talked about the cats I raised. Then I was executed, stabbed through the chest with a long knife and bleeding to death.
I have always been extremely thirsty for stories in dreams. I've had this dream several times. In the dream, I not only watched from God's perspective, but also experienced it personally and empathically. I can't remember what happened in the dream now, but I still vaguely remember that I vaguely typed out this dream in Penguin Space, so I went through the space again to talk about it. On May 10 this year, I probably had an erotic dream. It was a station (I didn't know if it was a bus, train, or airplane terminal). I could clearly see people coming and going around me, and it was very noisy. But my mind clearly told me that there was nothing around me. I sat on a seat casually and waited for a while or a long time. I stared coldly at the illusory figure walking in front of me, and I realized very clearly that I was dreaming. A boy walked up to me with purpose and stood still, staring at me. A dream is probably a mysterious drama that does not allow anyone to escape from it. I don't know whether the boy is a teenager or a young man. The faces of all the people in the dream are blurry. But since the boy appeared, I always felt that he was darker than the crowd around me. To be precise, he was a solid shadow and an illusory shadow. After waking up, I only remember that he had fair skin, wore glasses, was taciturn and liked to be quiet. I don't remember what I said to him. I watched us hugging each other and then kissing, inseparable. Finally he left, well, I watched him get on the vehicle, and I turned around and left, parting ways. From God's perspective, I looked at everything coldly, with no ups and downs in my mood. But the moment I woke up from the dream, my heart hurt like crazy. I always feel that this is a once-in-a-lifetime encounter, and we will only meet once, and once is a lifetime. This dream was not very thrilling. I was even dreamed about it when I was in junior high school. That "I" was too jealous and tortured and killed all the women around her husband. My husband always watched silently and never stopped me. Later, I was discovered and arrested by an outsider who was probably a police officer, and he chose to execute me on a certain day. My husband still watched these things happen silently. The day before I was locked up and prepared to be executed, my husband, who had little presence in the dream, appeared in front of me. We pretended that nothing had happened and talked about the cats I raised. Then I was executed, stabbed through the chest with a long knife and bleeding to death.