When watching TV or movies, from time to time, I will see the person in the play who wakes up from a dream, and every time I see him or her sitting up straight from the bed like a corpse, Liu Xian feels very fake. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

It's not that I haven't had a nightmare, and it's not that I haven't woken up from a dream, at most I feel that the whole thing is twitching, which is the so-called "tiger body shock", how can it be so exaggerated as sitting up straight like the legendary corpse.

Well, that's what he had in mind before.

Now he finally understood that the reason why waking up from a dream before was not so exaggerated and false was because the shock he suffered in the nightmare was not strong enough.

No, he just woke up from a dream, not just a whole twitch, not just a shock to the tiger's body, but a spirit sat up straight, like a live fish falling in boiling oil.

It should be the same as the legendary corpse.

"Oh, I'll go, I'm scared to death baby!"

muttered subconsciously in a dry voice, and Liu Xian, who came back to his senses, only felt that his heart was very happy, and he was about to jump out of his throat to play.

No way, he just had a nightmare that he was riding a motorcycle and slammed into a sports car with a throttle in fifth gear.

The loud bang at that moment, the whirlwind at that moment, were so real, so real that it didn't look like a nightmare at all.

When it is true, it is also false, and if you dream too deeply, you may take the dream as reality.

It was also a loss to wake up from a nightmare at the last moment, or Liu Busy, who didn't hang up in the dream, might affect him in reality, causing absurd chats such as sudden death in a dream.

Speaking of which, that inexplicable and treacherous nightmare, when he looks back at this moment, it doesn't even look like a dream at all.

Dreams are ethereal, whether they are sweet dreams or nightmares, but there will be relatively complete memories at the beginning of waking up, and they will soon be fragmented with the awakening of consciousness, and the memories in the dreams will become blurry, leaving only some fragments of floating light.

This dream just now was different, after waking up like a corpse, he muttered in a dry voice, patted his chest to soothe the bouncing little liver, Liu Xian's consciousness had completely detached from the dream, and he was already awake and no longer hazy and sleepy.

But the experience in the dream was not blurred with his wakefulness, and he remembered it very well from beginning to end.

He clearly remembers the waiting in front of the ATM, the orchid finger with the little white face, and the collision between the motorcycle and the sports car.

He clearly remembered that the little white face called himself Liu Li, clearly remembered that Ya gave him a lighter printed with bright goldfish, and clearly remembered the conversation between Ya and the beautiful woman.

He also clearly remembered the sports car that collided with the motorcycle, and clearly remembered the familiar and unfamiliar face behind the windshield of the sports car.

It should be noted that in Liu Xian's view, a simple car accident can only be regarded as an ordinary nightmare, and it is just a grade that makes his tiger body shake and twitch all over, and it does not make him sit up straight like a corpse.

The horror of the nightmare is that after the crash, he not only heard Liu Li's leisurely chanting, but also clearly saw the face of the sports car driver.

It was a familiar and unfamiliar face.

said that it was familiar, but Liu Xian knew who the owner of that face was at a glance.

It's strange to say that he doesn't see that face often.

Oh, I'll go, that's Liu busy with his own face, okay!

Although he rarely looked in the mirror, he could see the familiar and unfamiliar face in the mirror, and he did not fail to recognize who the owner of the face was.

In other words, the person who crashed into the motorcycle in a sports car was himself at all.

The conscience of heaven and earth, when he saw that face and recognized that person, the hairs on Liu Xian's whole body in the dream stood up one by one.

It's really creepy.

It was the creepiness that elevated his nightmare to the level of making him cheat the corpse.

Even if he has woken up from the nightmare, the experience in the dream still makes Liu Xian's heart palpitate, after all, seeing the scene of himself killing himself with his own eyes is too weird and too terrifying.

Perhaps, it was because of this strange horror that bordered on chatting that this nightmare was not shattered with his awakening, but deepened with his palpitating memories?

No, the nightmare that impressed me right now is so vivid that it doesn't feel like a dream at all, but like a memory of a real experience.

Liu Xian, who woke up from a dream like a corpse, seemed to really know such a little white face named Liu Li, seemed to have really experienced a motorcycle crash into a sports car, and seemed to really witness a chat that killed him.

Subconsciously clenched his fists, and then, Liu Xian froze all over, and a chill rushed to his heart like a snake, and the hairs of a spirit were already standing on end.

There was something in the clenched fist, something that was not big or small.

The first thing Liu Busy thought of was the lighter that Liu Li gave him in his dream.

Thinking of the lighter, Liu Xian subconsciously loosened his clenched fist, turned the strip-like object in his hand with his fingers, groped and tentatively pressed, snapped, and the red flames came out.

Actually, it's really a fire machine.

Liu was dumbfounded on the spot.

If there was a mirror in front of him, he would definitely see two capitalized "bewilderments" on his face.

Liu is busy and does not smoke, and he never carries a lighter.

I don't usually bring it, let alone when I'm sleeping.

Besides, he had just woken up from a dream, and he hadn't even gotten out of bed, and he hadn't even turned on the bedside lamp, so how could he go and find a lighter that he didn't even bring with him in his hand?

Where did this come from?

Could it be that it was brought out in a dream?

The thought that naturally came out made Liu Xian feel terrified, and as soon as his fingers loosened, the red flame was extinguished at once.

With a click, he turned on the bedside lamp, and the bright light illuminated the lighter in his hand.

Disposable gas lighter, transparent plastic shell, the kind of one dollar a dollar in the street store, the plastic shell is printed with a bright goldfish, through the shell you can see that it is full of liquid gas.

That's right, this is the lighter that the little white-faced Liu Li gave Liu a boost in his dream.

He remembered that he slipped it into his coat pocket, and then there was a car accident, and the ghost knows where he flew.

Oh no, he knows where it flew, but he's not a ghost.

The girl flew out of the dream and flew into his hands.

"Could it be that I just woke up from a nightmare, but in fact I haven't left the dream, and I'm still dreaming?"

"Could it be that I, who sat up straight like a corpse before, was actually starting to have another dream?"

"Could it be that now that I'm taking this weird fire engine, although I'm not a ghost with a painted skin in the chat, I'm just an ethereal dreamer?"

Liu Xian slapped his bare thigh casually, and the crisp sound of pia was hot and painful.

The feel, the crispness, the pain are a little too real.

If this is a dream, then he has been mixed up for decades, and he must have done nothing, so he was just busy dreaming.