I walked in the thorny field, and the sharp thorns scratched my body, and blood flowed all over the ground.
The crow stood on the high ground and laughed at me
I was overwhelmed and fell into the thorny field
In the dream, soft clouds wrapped my wounds, and the pain went away from me
I vaguely know that the real me was penetrated by spikes
I need to wake up and escape
But the dream healed my soul and warmed my body
I choose to sleep in my dream
Concept: What you see with your own eyes is not real.