The origin of the dream

Ever since I was a child, I've been very good at dreaming, and I've had all sorts of strange dreams. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Dreams of elves, dwarves, Jesus Buddhas, magicians, pagans, strange creatures, colorful plants, abstract and distorted spaces, worlds that cannot be expressed in words.

When I was a child, I was keen to show off these strange dreams to my parents, and I was proud of my own unique capital.

It's a pity that they never care, they just talk nonsense and perfunctory.

I guess I won't dream when I become an adult, and my little me guessed naively, and I was even more proud.

Whenever you play with your friends, you must show off and enjoy the surprised and curious eyes of your friends.

At that moment, I thought we were all going to dream.

I don't know when, the eyes of the little friend are no longer full of surprise, and gradually turn into discrimination and indifference.

They say that the adults tell them that these are lies, that they don't exist at all, that you are a weird child. We're going to be adults and stop believing your lies.

I was left far behind, laughing and singing and singing, as if they were their predecessors, running forward and repeating the human drama.

I see, in fact, they don't dream either.

From the beginning, I was the only one who could dream.

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I thought I would always be alone, independent and enjoy my dreams.

But I didn't expect that one day I was swimming in the dream world and accidentally found the truth of the world, which is the real existence and root of the world.

It is located in the deepest part of the dream world, and needs to pass through endless darkness, and only the most skilled dreamers can reach the other side.

There were starlight, and countless silver rivers were majestic and poured out. Like a silver sword piercing the sky, the water splashed in all directions, and turned into countless brilliance, shining with moving charm.

There are countless worlds in countless droplets, not only the ones I once dreamed of, but also many worlds that I have never thought of, which are equally bizarre and absurd. But it's more ordinary, living in a world where many people don't dream.

One leaf, one Bodhi, one flower, one world.

This is the river of wisdom, the river of existence, the river of miracles.

Here I met people who are also dreamers, and together we observe existence, explore the roots, search for the truth, learn from the Creator to build sand and forts, deconstruct and reorganize.

I pulled an inconspicuous element from my first droplet and threw it into the occasional splash. But the next moment I regretted it, and realized that I shouldn't have been so casual.

Although the disappearance of any inconspicuous element will not have an effect, the river of existence will continue to wash away his traces, allowing him to disappear according to the rules of the world.

But fate is not a game, it is the only existence of human life.

He will carry the broken gears of fate composed of his past experiences, memories, and three views, and reintegrate into a new world, a new destiny.

To God, this was a serendipitous attempt.

For him, it was an irreversible, uncontrollable miracle or disaster in a finite life.

I felt ashamed, so I took a little silver light from myself and sprinkled it on the droplet, merging it into the element.

The original ordinary water droplets suddenly had a dazzling brilliance, and suddenly dimmed.

Just now this drop was called my friend, but now it's called - my friend is not a lot at all.

- The Book of Genesis