Subconsciously, I longed to create a great dream, and this desire was endless. This caused my brain to start thinking purposefully, and it wasn't until about four o'clock in the morning that my consciousness fell asleep exhausted.

At eight o'clock in the morning, my milky baby woke me up on time like an alarm clock. The night was dreamless, and it was over before it began.

I'm a little guilty that I should have rested earlier last night. It can be seen that to realize the dream, the ordinary mind is also very important.

If you don't dream, how do you create a dream?

It reminds me of a way to put an elephant in the refrigerator, the first step is to open the refrigerator, and the second step is to put the elephant in.

Some people will ask, what if the refrigerator with elephants can't be called? Then change the refrigerator until it can be opened.

The same is true for creating a dream, the first step is to sleep, and the second step is to dream.

What if you can't sleep?

Then fall asleep and dream again.

In fact, there is another solution to this problem, which is to daydream with your eyes open in the day.

As I said before, dreaming is the act of imitating the will in the state of sleep, and daydreaming is the act of imitating the will in the waking state, which is the product of the lazy will.

Even if it is logically clear and the arguments are clear, it is just that there is no participation of the will and cannot govern the behavior.

Perhaps it can also pass the test of consciousness and then cheat the dopamine reward from the central nervous system of the brain. When the consciousness suddenly comes to mind and is fed back to the brain (the liar is here again), the will will will be highly monitored by the consciousness, and the behavior will be punished, and it will take more effort to get rewarded and please the little cutie of emotions......

While my cute and soft baby was sleeping, I began to daydream.

And the dream I'm about to talk about is actually a very interesting dream I had when I first joined the job.

At the beginning of the dream, I sat in an antique courtyard, eating the seventh meal, a table of dishes, people like flowing water, day and night. On the seventh day, I raised my head, looked around, put down my chopsticks, and thought to myself, this time I should finish eating......

After eating the seventh meal, I came to Mizushima Castle alone. The whole body of water is spread out around a hill, and in the middle of the hill, there is a huge skateboard, and people in twos and threes, skateboarders, swimmers with lifebuoys, surfers, and lie down in the sun......

When Mizushima Castle came out, I entered the Bird-Man Country. It was crowded with tall people, each wearing a bird's head and mask, and whispering in twos and threes. I put on the bird's head mask and stood at the distance from my back, still audible to everyone's whispers.

Taking off the hood mask of the Birdman Country, a colorful dress was put on me, and a clown hat was tied around my head, I found myself standing in the center of a high stage. The stage was full of people, waving their hands and cheering, while I stood stupidly and didn't perform anything.

It was time for the show to close, and I bowed and prepared to leave. Suddenly, I don't know who tied me up and escorted me to the stage again. Across from me stood a prisoner surnamed Wu, with a black jacket on his head and arms behind him, half-kneeling.

I looked at him dumbfounded, panicked in my heart, unable to speak, but I wanted to shout, "Save Wu, save Wu ......"

"Rice number seven. Mizushima Castle. Birdman Country. Performers. Saving Wu ......" is like a pirated version of Gulliver's travels, or a fake adventure of the little prince on a different planet, but it is actually a subconscious record of self-salvation when I first joined the work.

Why should I save myself?

Because I have a narrative disorder, this obstacle didn't show up when I was in school. It seems that going to school and learning can have nothing to do with the mouth, you just need to listen with your ears, remember with your brain, and then write by hand.

This obstacle became especially acute when I joined the workforce. It's not that I can't find a job, it's that I can't work for a long time. Even in my senior year and a half, I changed jobs five times because of my difficulty in speaking.

My first job was as a librarian, and it was probably then that my subconscious thought it was the best fit for me. However, this working time is not long, you can work for half a year, until you graduate. My main job is to glue magnetic strips to the new books when they arrive, organize them, and put them on the shelves.

After two months of work, I had the feeling of seeing the rest of my life, no different from the library cleaning aunt, this feeling was a bit sad, but at that time, my meta-consciousness was not clear that I had a narrative disorder, and I had been dealing with books, but I just felt that it was too boring.

I should go out and have a look, I thought.

So I got a second job, an interior designer, and before I took this job, please forgive my ignorance, because I felt that drawing is a technical job, and by learning to master CAD and 3Dmaxs software, I can be fully qualified for interior design.

At that time, my understanding of the role of interior designer was too rudimentary and self-centered, and I ended up not being able to do the job.

Then I got a third job as an education consultant for a preschool at Sunshine English. This work was even more amazing for me at the time.

I need to take the bus every day, shuttle through the radius of half an hour's drive, the surrounding major supermarkets, kindergartens, primary schools, net fishing for parents with children, and then use a clever tongue to buy a trial coupon for five yuan, and then sell it to parents with children, until they buy more than 4,000 yuan of classes, I can get a commission.

As you can imagine, it wasn't what I wanted to do, but I still didn't know what I could do. It's like I don't realize that I've been eating with my mouth, but I'm not suitable for eating with my mouth.

I got a fourth job, a renovation consultant. After going around in circles, I went back to the renovation company. But this time, I decided to take up a sales role.

Home improvement consultants and interior designers are actually the same, one uses the phone to contact the target customer, the other uses computer drawing to capture the target customer, must have a clever tongue.

I began to practice my tongue and shop for phone bills to quickly identify target customers and lock them in. Every day from 9 a.m. to 10 p.m., I worked for a month, and I got half a ten's salary, 495 yuan, which was not enough for a quarter of what my parents gave me.

My ears have been circled, and they have been ringing the hottest mobile phone ringtones of 2015, when you are old and your hair is gray...... Even when I think about it, I still have lingering palpitations.

Everything in the world is developing in many directions, and it does not change because of the will of the individual. There are many things that we need to learn to adapt before we can seek opportunities for change. It was in my fifth job that I really understood.

This dream was made at that time, when I first started working.

Meal No. 7 is the meal of the seventh day, and it is a combination of calendar and dinner. The seven days on the calendar are marked with all kinds of dinners, classmates' meals, friends meals, colleague meals, customer meals, boss meals, treat meals, and please meals......... No matter what kind of meal, for people like me who have difficulty speaking, deep down I am always embarrassed to push it to the table, lower my head, and eat enough food by myself. Seven days, sleepless day and night, eating all the meals that need to be eaten at one time, and solving all the communication problems at one time, is the result of my subconscious optimization of interpersonal relationships in reality.

Mizushima City is an open-air place for recreation and socialization, where the water is flowing and the water of the water is a stagnant water. Subconsciously, water is a symbol of the flow of information, and the mountain is an allusion to the town where I live, I did not go into the water, but just stood quietly and watched the familiar figure. The town is a closed circulation system of information flow and resources, everyone has a fixed relationship, all information and resources flow by interpersonal relationships, and I just need to watch the introverted growth type.

In the country of birdmen, the tall body shape is my subconscious description of authority, the role of authority is not easy to control, but it is not impossible to control, you need to wear a birdman mask. When everyone wears a birdman mask, everyone becomes an authority. I put on a birdman mask and snooped into their secrets.

The performers are good at acting, and I'm just a clown dressed in colorful clothes and stiff on stage. The audience is full of people, what to perform, just show how to save Wu (me).