"I wonder if Zhou Yu's dream is Hu Dieyu, and Hu Dieyu's dream is Zhou Yu?"
When I was a child, I often had fevers and my brain became confused. For a period of time, I couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality. I often regarded things I had experienced and seen in dreams as things that had happened in the past, and the words I said often made my mother and mother-in-law faint. This may also have something to do with the clarity of dreams, which even now, occasionally confuses me. I sometimes wonder what the boundary between dreams and reality is. When we wake up from this "reality", we will find that the "reality" we are in is just a dream.
The reason why I started writing about my dreams is because some of my dreams are really weird, and some of the funniest ones are prophetic in nature. Many times I dreamed about my test scores. One of the more interesting things is that one day in middle school, I dreamed that I had a conflict with a girl I didn't have much contact with and had a fierce quarrel. When I woke up, I found it both ridiculous and interesting. On the morning of school, I told my friend about this dream as a class entertainment, because we all thought this dream was ridiculous, and the girl had no contact with me on weekdays. Surprisingly, I actually had a conflict with her that afternoon. The reason was that after I lent an extracurricular book that I liked very much to a classmate, the classmate took it to the girl without my permission and damaged the book. Although it seems like a trivial matter now, my friend and I were shocked that my dream predicted it in advance.
Intention: There are three thousand realms in one mote of dust, and eighty thousand springs in half an instant.