I dreamed that I died just when the begonia flowers were blooming.

I woke up and was stunned for a long time, and I didn't know if I was in a dream or still in a dream, which made me a little confused about the reality at this time and the illusion at this time.

This dream is very bizarre and tortuous, not exciting, but sad enough.

The story in the dream began in the fifteenth year of the Taiqing Dynasty when I wanted to marry and was not married, and since the seventeenth year of the Taiqing Dynasty, I ended with the burial of Concubine Chen. In my dream, I became the holy concubine of today, loved by thousands of people, but depressed and unhappy, and my heart belonged, which was really ridiculous and terrifying.

I have seen stories in books, there is a dream of Handan, glory is fleeting, there is a dream of peony, life and death, there is a dream of Zhuangsheng, people and butterflies are fascinated.

In the past, when reading the book Zhaoli, the dream officer divided the signs of dreams into six types: one is a positive dream, the second is a nightmare, the third is a dream, the fourth is a dream, the fifth is a happy dream, and the sixth is a fearful dream. He also said that the circumstances of the dream can be an indication of future events.

Cui Shaoqun Cui is in charge of the Ministry of Rites, surveying Zhaoli, people have always been cautious, never out of words, although Si Mengguan's words are old words of the past dynasties, I think there should be some truth, otherwise how can it be written in a serious book?

But if dreams can be a harbinger of the future, why are there so many shortcomings in life?

This dream scared me.

In the past, I heard Chen Daochang preach from Xuan Miaoguan, saying that the dream was because after falling asleep, the three souls and six spirits left the body, traveled through time and space, and experienced another reality.

If I died in another plane, will I be the same in this plane?

Pear Charcoal let out a crackling sound, and a cold voice came from his ears, "What did you dream about?" I can't sleep well. ”

It's exactly the same as in a dream!

I was startled, and I got up suddenly, but I forgot to remove the veil covering my face, and staggered to the ground.

It's so surprising, is the dream real?

Those deep and deep eyes looked at me with a smile, I looked at him, thinking of the things in my dream, and I knew that fine beads of sweat were oozing from my forehead without touching them.

It's horrible.

He's horrible.

What did Zhaoning say to him, I didn't know in a panic, and tried to recall, vaguely remembering that he should say that pear blossoms bring rain, and asked me what I dreamed of.

No, I can't give him a chance to speak first.

Thinking of this, I hurriedly got up and said, "What year is it?" ”

Before he could speak, Zhao Ning raised his head from the book and said with a smile, "My sister slept for a while, but she fell asleep!" This year is the fifteenth year of the Taiqing Dynasty, and at this time it is the sixth day of the sixth month of June. ”

After speaking, he looked at her father and smiled.

Fortunately, I can be sure that Zhaoning did not say this in the dream.

Does this mean that I can not only predict what will happen, but also change the direction of the storyline by substituting memories in my dreams?

Try again.

My heart almost jumped to my throat, trying to calm myself, the handkerchief was really picked up by him, and the square handkerchief in his sleeve was also handed over, should I take it or not?

"Pear blossoms bring rain." These four words are said to be round. After a pause, he asked me with a smile, "What did you dream about?" ”

I took the handkerchief, did not touch his cold fingertips, and twisted it in my hand, as if I were half asleep, and someone said in my voice, "I don't remember, if I remember, I'll tell you." ”

Again, this was experienced in a dream.

My temples jumped suddenly, and I forced myself to walk to Zhaoning's side, and it seemed that I didn't say what I said, and it seemed that I should have said this, "What book, so fascinating?" ”

Zhao Ning flipped the cover and let me see it, "I don't know who wrote it, but it's really interesting, it's about the anecdotes of my Dazhao in recent years, I think you also like to read it, we bought it, go back and read it slowly." Father, do you think it's good? Then he looked up at his father.

He nodded and smiled, "The girl's family is trapped in the palace wall and can't travel thousands of miles, so it's good to read thousands of books and open your eyes." I'll flip through it too. ”

……

Everything is like a dream.

Fortunately, I had a lucid dream, the things in the dream are vivid, clear, if Zhaoli is true, then there are still whirlwinds and changes in my life.

A big dream is a person who wakes up, a pot of rice is not cooked, a pot of tea is not boiling, and the time is still stuck on the sixth day of June in the fifteenth year of Taiqing.

It's a blessing.

(Write again tomorrow)