I often wonder if I am an independent person who can run my brain and make the right judgments and choices without being disturbed by anyone, anything, or any factors other than self-awareness.

Of course, human beings are social creatures, and they must abide by the laws of society and obtain limited freedom within the scope of law and morality. This limited freedom includes both physical and spiritual freedom.

However, I found that I was not free, moral, legal, and social.

We can't imagine things we haven't seen, we can't understand overly abstract concepts, we can't remember what we should remember, but we can't forget what we want to forget.

The brain is never as good as we think, it is often unresponsive, and from time to time strange thoughts pop up and influence us to make incredible choices that are right or wrong.

You decide to go to bed early today, but before you turn off the lights, there is always something dragging you and scratching your nerves, and then you swipe your phone to taste chicken soup that only self-discipline can succeed, and decide to get a gym card tomorrow, but the next day you lie in bed and don't want to get up;

You just went to buy a drink when you were thirsty, and you came out of the supermarket with a bottle of discounted red wine and a box of Durex;

You are driving the car and listening to music, waiting for a long red light in front of you, and a harassing call comes in from your mobile phone, and after you hang up, you suddenly remember an old friend who has not been in touch for more than ten years, so you drive to the hot pot restaurant with one foot of the accelerator, and eat a delicious meal of sheep and scorpions alone......

What made us make these strange decisions? Who controls our brains and minds?

Someone told me: If you want absolute freedom, dream of it!

I did, starting at the age of three. But I know that dreams are not free compared to reality.

In my dreams, I was just an observer, like watching a movie starring me. I am me, I am the other me in the dream, and the other me is indeed me. As a witness to the plot, I want to shout, I want to change. But as a spectator, I can't do anything, and I don't even have popcorn in this weird movie theater.

I want to say, I want to be a screenwriter, not an actor.

So I became a screenwriter. I write the script, choose the actors, and direct the plot of the dream. I could see whoever I wanted, I could do whatever I wanted, and I thought I had found a free world.

They told me it was called lucid dreaming.

But freedom is not so easy to come by. The price of lucid dreaming is a mental breakdown, malaise, sluggishness, and fragmentation of consciousness, and the inability to distinguish between reality and dreams.

The price of freedom is to abandon everything that reality has and go to nothingness. Just like the immortals in ancient times, they had to stay away from the red dust. The emperor cultivates his life, but after all, he will not succeed.

These are probably some of the earliest thoughts on writing this book.

Originally, I just wanted to write something about dreams and reality. I also posted some on the blog, and I also thought about whether to organize it into a collection and publish it, but because I was busy with work, there was no follow-up to these.

Last year, the company went wrong, the partners fell into a financial scam, the employees left, and the company went out of business. I was at home and found that after so many years of hard work, I had nothing left, and all I had left was some strange thoughts in my head. So, an idea came out of nowhere: write it and post it on the Internet.

It was as if my brain had been directed again, inexplicably.

Then came the difficult journey of publishing the book. Well, let's not talk about this, in short, it's not easy for such a niche book to meet everyone.

Hitting the street is pounced, and it has been written until now, and I have long recognized this reality. Thinking of those thoughts when the book was first released, it was ridiculous and cute, and some so-called online text elements were added deliberately in order to cater to the online text, and now it seems that it is really a suspicion of adding to the snake. Recently, I happened to encounter a self-examination storm at the starting point, and the city gate caught fire, which affected the pond fish, and I was probably the most innocent and inconspicuous little fish. I was going to take this opportunity to overhaul it, but I suddenly found that the foreshadowing was buried too deeply, and it was difficult to change it, which was so nerve-wracking.

For example, in the early days of the bar fighting and the hot spring villa to save people, this is probably the only plot in the book that has nothing to do with the main line, which could have been deleted, but I always felt abrupt, so I deepened these tricks, so there was a line of Jiang's brotherhood and Hou Biao later, and when it came to the latest one, Hou Biao was already a very important role, and if you want to change the previous one, the plot design will be too difficult.

For more than a year, in addition to writing, it is to read books and sort out some folk miscellaneous things, which is also my hobby. But when the streets are hit and there is no food to spare, the pressure of life is getting bigger and bigger. So the more trivial things there are, the more chapters are blocked, and the more powerless you want to modify, you are anxious and often want to give up.

Yesterday there was a third Silver Alliance, which was a bit unexpected, a little surprised, and a little overwhelmed. Whenever I was about to persevere, there were always lovely readers who encouraged me in various ways and made it impossible for me to give up.

I don't remember which writer wrote an article, saying that they wrote until they had nothing to eat in those days, but looking at the thick stack of letters from readers, they also had the mental motivation to continue to work at their desks, even if they were hungry, and the northwest wind whirred in through the hole in the window to cancel him.

When I was in school, there was a text called "Who is the cutest person", and I think for an author, the reader, is probably the cutest person.

Although there are not many readers of "Dream Guide", they are all cute. I've never seen you before, but I can see your faces, vivid, vivid, shaking in front of my eyes, smiling and saying to me, write down, we'll all look at it!

A former old employee came to me and said, *Total, the company is still not doing it, or you pull a flag, we are willing to follow you again. I said, "We'll see after a while, there's still something to do."

A former customer said while drinking tea together, "Anyway, if you don't come to me, I won't let you suffer." Then he said a very tempting salary figure. I said, "We'll see after a while, there's still something to do."

The book is the latest volume, mortal freedom, about what I want to say is in this volume, all the foreshadowing, foreshadowing is for this last thing to say is actually useless. But I suddenly felt that it was difficult to write.

What is freedom? The universe is full of rules, and rules are used to bind us. There is no freedom in the universe.

Whether it's a tragedy, a comedy, a consummation, or a bad ending, in short, write it slowly, and I'll try to revise the parts that are bloated and snake-footed in the front.

Maybe there will be a little blank, and the universe will also be blank, because it is not a dead lump, that it gives us imagination and that seemingly free space.

After another nonsense, I finally thanked Jiangnan Nannan's Silver Alliance. Ah, the three Silver Alliances are still dead, and I am probably not on the same time and space frequency band as the starting point.

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