Chapter 75 Dreamland Tucao 1
Go to bed early tonight, and then dream, the dream is still very clear.
At the beginning, I dreamed of myself, sleeping on the sofa that I had at home when I was a child.
It is the kind of ear that can pull the armrest, pull it out, and then lift it, the entire three-seater and the armrest can be turned down, making the sofa a bed with a width of one meter and a length of two meters. The color is black and square That old sofa.
The armrest was very high and very hard. My head fell on it, which was very uncomfortable, and I could not fall asleep because of tossing and turning.
Then I didn’t know who told me to go to sleep on the bed. I put my neck on the armrest and said impatiently, “Don’t disturb me, I’m about to fall asleep.”
In the dream, I felt that I was about to fall asleep in a comfortable position, but suddenly the scene changed, and I was lying on the bed with a pillow on my face.
Through the thick pillow, I can see the high white sun shining on me.
I was upset and shouted: "What are you doing? The sun is so bright, why don't you draw the curtains, how can you sleep?"
Unhappily throwing off the pillow, when I got out of bed to draw the curtains, I found that the window I was facing was a huge glassless window with a height of three meters and a width of five or six meters, and there were no curtains.
What's even more strange is that the sun outside is blocked by the gray-white mist, and you can see it, but the light is very dim, giving people the feeling that it is four or five in the morning, the kind of dark day when it is about to dawn and there is no dawn.
But what's weird is that only a few dozen meters outside the window is still gray-white, and everything a dozen meters away is pitch black.
Then, in this gray-white world of tens of meters, there are already more than a dozen figures on the road inside the community under the window.
There are people who just come back, and people who go out, men, women and children.
The old man said to go to the market to buy vegetables, the man shouted and wanted to drink, the woman said to rush to work, and seven or eight children of different sizes laughed and said that they should not be late for breakfast and go to school.
Anyway, the voices are noisy, and everyone is gray and white. They can distinguish the elderly, women, men and children, but they can't see their faces or what clothes they are wearing.
My window was only three or four meters away from them, and I murmured in my heart, "What's the matter? So many people got up so early?"
Thinking that these people will leave soon, I lay back on the bed and slept again. At this time, I didn't dream of drawing the curtains.
Then fell asleep, and there were more and more people under the window, more and more noisy, laughing and laughing, fighting, quarreling, scolding, the parents were short, buzzing in a mess.
I tossed and turned, but didn't get up and scold them, so I just endured it.
Then it became more and more noisy, the children actually played hopscotch, the noise was loud, and then they couldn't hear what they were saying, and finally there was a sudden buzzing, and all the voices converged into: "Come on, come down and play! "
I knew it was shouting at me. At that time, there was no fear in the dream. Instead, I was full of anger. I got up directly, took out a microcharger from under the pillow, and walked towards the window while unloading the magazine to check the bullets.
The bullet is very strange, the whole is red, fat, and has a cute feeling.
Then skillfully inserted the magazine back, loaded it, pointed the gun at the gray and white figure outside the window, and pulled the trigger to shoot, and shouted: "I'm making you bother me to sleep!"
Da da da, the bullets were fired at once, and the gray and white figures below were all ignited, braving red flames.
Feeling a complete silence, I nodded in satisfaction, dropped the gun, went back to bed, and muttered: "Now I can finally sleep."
But the scene changed again, and it became the living room of my childhood home. It was dark, and I could vaguely see the outline. My mind just thought that this was the living room of my childhood home.
And I was shooting with a micro-gun, and I didn't know who the enemy was, so I just fired a few clips like that.
Then the living room was brightened as if the light had been turned on, and I found it was empty with no furniture, but there were bloodstains all over the place, and then there was a wounded British shorthair cat in the corner, looking at me aggrievedly.
I thought the cat was so cute, so I went up to bandage it immediately. It was very obedient and let me bandage it.
I don’t know where the gauze came from, anyway, I wrapped up the shorts, then hugged it back to the pillow, and slept with it.
Thought he just fell asleep like this, but the scene changed again.
At the door of my old house, I used an iron frame to support a huge kettle that was blackened on the outside, and used green sugarcane as thick as a finger to cook water.
But the flame is so thin, I don't care, just squatting and guarding the fire, adding a few small green sugar cane from time to time.
The side is gray and white, and nothing can be seen, while the opposite is an endless alley.
I just squatted in front of the kettle, waiting quietly while lighting the fire.
Then on the other side of the white mist wall, a woman suddenly came, carrying a huge black dog across her back. The black dog was still alive, with its head hanging down, and when it saw me, it smiled lazily.
It's just a lazy thief smiling, and I don't know why I feel a certain feeling when I see the black dog's smile.
I didn't get up, and continued to burn the fire. The woman threw the huge black dog towards me, put her hands on her hips and said, "This dog is not like a dog! It's not a watchdog. It's too lazy to eat, and it's too sensitive. If you say it, it will cry immediately. No more!"
I looked at the **** dog, which was huddled under my threshold, choking and twitching, looking pitiful.
I said blankly: "Since it's useless, let's kill and eat dog meat later, I'm boiling water."
The **** dog immediately jumped up, howled and ran wildly along the alley, and disappeared all of a sudden.
Then, I woke up inexplicably, and then couldn't fall back to sleep.
Get up and look out, the sky is gray, just before dawn.
Because this dream is very clear and has no beginning or end, so I simply wrote it out for everyone to see.
Written on May 10, 2022 at 4:00 am.
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