Although, God didn't save my transcript. However, he saved my soul when I turned into a demon for an exam and an excellent transcript. This is the story behind the creation of the essay "See the Wisteria in Bloom Again" in the preface.

I still don't know how to talk about it, even though I believe in red culture, red culture in my blood. But deep down, I am grateful for God's existence, after all, in the vast sea of stars, if a dust has life, it also longs for a place to return and a companion.

Finally, let me tell you another dream I had.

It is necessary to remind everyone once again that dreams are real and dreams are fake. Dreaming is a process, something that really happens, what happens in a dream only happens in a dream, it doesn't happen in reality, and if it happens, it's just an emotion that can happen and an idea that longs to happen. In this way, it is not easy to get lost in the dream and not be able to get out.

After talking about this dream, I went back to real life and stopped talking about dreams and dreams.

I once wanted to have a dream, and it finally came true. It's just that I'm already embarrassed to express it. First, it's not true, it's a reflection on time and the future.

Second, it is also true, it is the product of one's own mind.

Third, beauty is full of emotions. The emotion of being appreciated, the emotion of making a difference, the emotion of fulfillment, and the emotion of being loved by people. The emotion of worrying and no longer fearing, the emotion of hope and sweetness.

Fourth, these emotions are rooted in reality. In reality, I have a sense of frustration and the courage to move forward in my heart, which is a beautiful feeling.

Now, I don't want to dream.

The main reason is that I think adults have entered the dream realm, and the rest of the reality has to be borne by the children of the future. It's too cruel for the little ones of the future.

So, this will be the last dream I'm talking about.

A dream I had on the night of April 14 was still a dream without time.

I can't tell the difference between reality and dream nightmares. I experienced the horror of not being able to distinguish reality from dreams in dreams.

I can't tell the order of the dreams, maybe they don't have any order. Only the order in which I narrate. And how do I tell about it?

First, I was looking at a lot of paintings, at first they were scattered large oil drawings, and then they were like calendar-like pictures, and the paintings were particularly textured to the touch, like a series of soft and comfortable paintings with various colors of fluff and silk sewn together.

Second, this room is special, the first floor is an open space and the second floor has a small room. I sat sadly at a desk in the lobby on the first floor, looking through the pictures.

I don't know where these pictures come from, but I feel like they have a long history. There is a kind of cashmere warmth in the picture.

I stroked the scroll with my hand, but for some reason, I felt like I wanted to find some clues in the picture.

In the end, he was sad for nothing.

I was on the first floor and glanced up at Minnon, who was standing in the attic hallway with the key, ready to open the door to the second floor. He was the only one who could read the sadness in my eyes.

He turned his head and said to me with sadness, "I can't tell the difference between reality and dreams anymore, and if this continues, you need to see it." As soon as he finished speaking, he began to open the door with the key.

However, there seemed to be a supernatural event in the room, and his key could not be opened.

The room was plunged into darkness, and the lamp on my desk flickered suddenly.

"God is coming!" In the dream, my heart clearly perceived it.

God also wants Minnon to know about his existence, but my heart doesn't want Minnon to know. He wouldn't understand it, and he knew it wasn't a good thing for him.

I said to Minnon even more sadly, "Then you have to take care of me." ”

In my dream, I sat at an antique table and slowly opened the scroll in my hand. In the depths of their souls, they confess that they are children of God, but they do not want to see God.

The epidemic broke out, and God saved no one. He told me to save it. (How can I save it, I'm just a mortal.) There is so little that perhaps all that can be done is to dream hard. )

Thirdly, I lay down and started dreaming, I felt my right eyelid move, and then, I started dreaming again.

Dream set dream, tell me that I can only save one person in Journey to the West. I thought about it for a moment and pulled Zhu Bajie back.

Because Tang Seng is so kind, I don't like him. The monkey is me, I don't want to save me, Sha Seng looks like he has nothing to do with me, only Zhu Bajie, although he is very lazy, has a lifelong problem, and complains non-stop, but he is the closest to people.

Fourth, I went back to my room and sat in an antique chair. On the second floor, Minnong opened the door, and for some reason a demonic wind blew, and the door was locked again.

He took the key again and locked the door, but he couldn't open it. Suddenly, the bell rings outside the door, and someone is knocking on the door.

When I heard the doorbell, I was scared and didn't want to open the door. In the depths of my soul, I felt that God had come, and I did not want to see Him. Because I'm afraid that he will be sad, how can I save Tang Seng.

But it seems that God is gone. In the demonic wind that came and went without a trace, God had already come and gone.

Outside the door, poor black men came looking for me......

Fifth, time and space seemed to have changed, and I saw that there were too many Caucasian inbreeding deaths in the ward, lying in the hospital, with two men in white protective suits blocking the gatehouse of the ward. The yellow man stood in the hallway, wrongfully accused of being the murderer.

Sixth, I sat in the room, and a black man shyly peered into the room through the iron door frame, and I could clearly see every subtle change in his face, but the door was not opened. He left.

After a while, another black man came holding the child, and there was a black brother in front of him. They prayed to me outside the door to save their children.

The black brother in front of me somehow traveled through time and space, entered my room, and found a coarse cloth bag in the corner of the room, and deep in my soul, I felt that the seeds in this coarse cloth bag could save the disease.

The black brother took one and put it in the baby's mouth in the arms of another black man.

He whispered, "God is gone, he says it's not poisonous." Can be used to save. ”

I finally understood what I was grieving about, and it was too late to regret it. I sighed secretly in my dream, this is the seed of wisdom that I haven't had time to emanate......

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For some reason, since I had this dream, the dream has become a bug. Come to think of it, for a long, maybe forever, time, time in my consciousness and in my dreams, "What I see, dreams may appear." "Maybe for a longer time, I won't want to dream anymore.

Reincarnation is difficult, but it has appeared, and I have met it. It resembles a snail's house, growing in circles. And my reality and daydreams are connected into reincarnation, and dreams and reality are also coupled, becoming gray.

If we say, reality is consciousness, there is memory. Then dreams are subconscious, and there are also memories. There is an act of difference from reality, and then N multiple thoughts are generated, and the dream is connected with these thoughts, and it begins to be patched, forming a patch pack, and I can't remember what is in the dream. He was also unconscious in his dreams.

I once read a book on Buddhism by my father called "Leaking Heavenly Secrets". There is a passage that says that there are seven ways to solve dreams. Straight dreams are the simplest solution, dreaming about what is what, and dreaming back is also very simple, dreaming about what is not nothing. The most complicated thing is dreaming, in which you have your own waking consciousness and seek the answers you want in your dreams. Almost all of the other solutions are related to imagery, so I won't introduce them one by one, after all, I don't really understand them.

Dreaming is dreaming, and the resulting dreams are just dreams. But dreams have a mystical overtones, and they also have mystical powers. Maybe it's a revelation from some dark energy in nature to life.