I've been having nightmares a lot lately.

The other night, I dreamed that I was being weighed down by something very heavy, and I was very conscious, and I opened my eyes, but I couldn't move.

I tried to break free of the quilt that wrapped me, which was several times heavier than usual, and it was like an iron net, trapping my hands and feet, and my whole body was a little out of breath.

Finally, I succeeded.

The right foot moved, stared at the quilt, felt a very heavy thing slip off my bed, and heard a sound in the dark room, and heard a cat meow in a daze, "Meow~"

I told myself that I was dreaming, and that it was a nightmare.

Wiping the cold sweat from my forehead, I rolled over, covered the quilt, and began to sleep on my side.

Because I told myself that I was dreaming and that there were no yokai or anything like that in my room. I have to go to class tomorrow, and now I don't sleep, and I don't have the energy to go to class.

But the next morning, my dad asked with a confused face, "Did you stare at the quilt in the middle of the night last night?" How do I hear a big movement? ”

The mung bean porridge, which was originally very delicious, was one of the most delicious foods in the world for me when I came back from morning reading.

But when I heard my dad's question, I could feel my pupils shrink because my eyes were too wide open, and my throat was uncomfortable.

The mung bean porridge that I had just swallowed retraced from my stomach and back into my mouth.

Dad looked at me with an expression that was worse than death, and asked nervously, "What's wrong with you?" ”

I spit the contents of my mouth into the trash can, frowned and asked, "Dad, you mean, you heard a noise last night?" ”

My dad nodded and said, "Yes, I feel like it's the sound of you kicking the bed, I want to ask if you're feeling unwell?"

You know, when you were a child, you had a high fever and you were prone to convulsions......"

I looked at him, desperately remembering the voice I heard last night, and asked in a daze, "Then when I was sick when I was a child, did I have hallucinations or something?" ”

My dad shook his head, spread his hands, and said, "This, I don't know, when you were a child, you usually had a high fever in the middle of the night, and you had convulsions...... So, is there anything you're uncomfortable with? ”

I looked at him, put down the dishes, calmed down, and said, "Okay, I don't feel uncomfortable, but I want to say that I didn't kick the quilt last night, I also heard a loud noise, and at the same time, I heard a cat meow......"

Before I could finish my sentence, my dad nervously asked, "What?" You say cat meows? Oh my God, are you being pressed by the 'dream cat'? ”

I was surprised and asked, "What's that?" What happened to the press? Does that mean something bad is going to happen to me? Last night I really felt like something was pressing on me, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move my hands and feet......"

My dad smiled and said, "Nothing, you relax." This is just my guess, maybe it was the sound of the door to the balcony outside being blown open by the wind...... Let's eat first. ”

I nodded and said, "You have a point. ”

I thought it would be over, but the next night, in my sleepiness, I felt that strange sense of oppression again...... It's as if the whole person is tied up.

I could feel that my consciousness was clear, and I was reflecting on what my dad meant by "dream cat".

Is there really a "ghost" or something?

Although I accompanied my mother and aunt to the temple a few times, I am an atheist. I don't really believe that there is a force in this world that arranges the fate or fate of you and me, we are all set up procedures, and the people who can see through the procedures are "blind fortune tellers", "bamboo sticks in the temple" and the like.

These sound ridiculous part-time jobs.

Does the god or Buddha have the right to choose where to build his temple? Or, do they really know where their temple is built?

But fear can make people lose their minds, and I'm trying to control my unconscious limbs to move a little, so I just get up and turn on the light. But the facts tell me that it can't be.

Because, I struggled for a long time, and I still didn't get rid of my sense of bondage.

I started to try to call out with my mouth, to wake up my dad and let him come and save us. But I tried hard for a long time, and my mouth couldn't make a sound.

The boundless darkness of the night, and the fear of the unknown, enveloped me, and sweat poured out one after another...... I seemed to open my eyes, and the surroundings were still in the rented room, which was pitch black, but I could see the quiet table and chairs, and my sleeping father next to me.

That night was really sleepless night. I was like a vegetative person, unable to use my limbs, only my brain could continue to think, and after thinking for a while, I went back to sleep.

Because, I struggled for a long time, and I still didn't get rid of my sense of bondage, which was very lonely, helpless and hopeless.

I started to try to call out with my mouth, to wake up my dad and let him come and save us. But I tried hard for a long time, and my mouth couldn't make a sound.

After struggling for a long time, the sky finally dawned, and I talked to my father who was woken up by my alarm clock at five o'clock about last night's dream

(The following content is repeated, I drank anti-inflammatory drugs, the effect of the medicine came up, and my brain was a little unclear at the moment, so I will change it tomorrow morning.) Sorry, it's not easy to be in full attendance)

The boundless darkness of the night, and the fear of the unknown, enveloped me, and sweat poured out one after another...... I seemed to open my eyes, and the surroundings were still in the rented room, which was pitch black, but I could see the quiet table and chairs, and my sleeping father next to me.

Because, I struggled for a long time, and I still didn't get rid of my sense of bondage.

I started to try to call out with my mouth, to wake up my dad and let him come and save us. But I tried hard for a long time, and my mouth couldn't make a sound.

The boundless darkness of the night, and the fear of the unknown, enveloped me, and sweat poured out one after another...... It was as if I had opened my eyes, because I had struggled for a long time, and I still hadn't gotten rid of my sense of restraint.

I started to try to call out with my mouth, to wake up my dad and let him come and save us. But I tried hard for a long time, and my mouth couldn't make a sound.

The boundless darkness of the night, and the fear of the unknown, enveloped me, and sweat poured out one after another...... I seemed to open my eyes, and the surroundings were still in the rented room, which was pitch black, but I could see the quiet table and chairs, and my sleeping father next to me. But I could see the quiet tables and chairs, and the sleeping dad next to me.

Because, I struggled for a long time, and I still didn't get rid of my sense of bondage.

I started to try to call out with my mouth, to wake up my dad and let him come and save us. But I tried hard for a long time, and my mouth couldn't make a sound.

The boundless darkness of the night, and the fear of the unknown, enveloped me, and sweat poured out one after another...... I seemed to open my eyes, and the surroundings were still in the rented room, which was pitch black, but I could see the quiet table and chairs, and my sleeping father next to me.

Because, I struggled for a long time, and I still didn't get rid of my sense of bondage.

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