N Days, One Awkward Dream

What you think about by day, you dream about at night. What you do during the day might continue in your dreams that night. What you read during the day might appear in your dreams that night. I dream all the time. In my dreams, I'm sometimes a ruler of a land, sometimes a cowardly rat, sometimes a celestial immortal, and sometimes a wronged ghost in hell. Sometimes these dreams are horror movies, where no matter how much I run, I can't escape the rotting hands reaching for me from behind. Sometimes they're like a deadly survival game, and I'm always struggling to fly over the grass, exhausted from flying, while the people chasing me are always just one step behind, like a parasite clinging to my bones. Sometimes they're romance dramas, with a character like Chu Liuxiang appearing by my side (0 0 I really did dream about Ren Zhengqiu's version of Chu Liuxiang when I was little, and he even showed up at my house!!). Sometimes they're mythological, and with a strip of red silk I soar through the air, unbeatable in combat, free to bully anyone in the world =_=. Of course, most of the time I just fall off a cliff or something. Orz... These dreams have shaped me and enriched my life. On June 8, 2010, I finally decided to write down the dreams I could still remember, the ones that mattered. These dreams are why I started writing these stories. Well, the stories I write aren't the same as what happens in my dreams. Just think of them as another story. When all the dreams come together, I realize they're not dreams, but life. What day is this? Everywhere I look, there's nothing but ruin. That's all!