I stood vertically on the outer wall of the teaching building. The crows flying in the sky were made of paper. I was like an ice cream that melted and then refrozen. I woke up from a dream.
The world is a giant canvas bag, and people have been dumped out.
Record my dream, there is no logic, no reason, no morality.
First person records, writing whatever I dreamed about. There is no logic or coherence. The ending is usually hasty because I set the alarm clock for 7:30.
If it's similar, it's probably a dream about the novel I read during the day.
Intention: Go to bed early