She confused tattoo artists like me with those wizards and goddesses, which was a bit one-sided, but I didn't choose to correct her.

The world is so wonderful.

Only then did an ophthalmologist leave, and another psychiatrist came.

And she used to contact me, and even came to me to ask for help, I guess she was helpless about the mentally ill person who was now being treated, so she thought of me.

But

Even the doctor gave up the regular treatment methods and came to me for help, how serious is the condition?

I could only put aside the list that I was studying and say, "Dreaming, long dreams, what about the mentally ill man?" You can ask her to come and see, because some things, in our line of trade, could be ghosts. ”

She shook her head slowly and said, "The patient's condition is so serious that he can no longer move freely.

Dreaming, not being able to move freely

I was slightly surprised in my heart, but I was afraid that I was haunted by dirty things, and the kind that was more fierce.

"Mr. You, are you free now, can you come to my hospital?" She said.

Zhao Banxian hasn't come to work yet, but I still nodded, it's okay to go and see, I reported the address of the hospital to Zhao Banxian and asked him to follow.

Mo Xiaoxi works in a private hospital, she said that she is still a hospital in which her family invests and shares, and she is the attending physician of the psychiatric department.

Working in her own hospital is simply Bai Fumei.

When I arrived outside the tattoo parlor, Mo Xiaoxi beckoned me to get in the car and take me to the hospital, in the car, she grasped the steering wheel and said to me: "Before that, let me ask Mr. Xia, have you ever dreamed?" ”

Ask me if I've ever dreamed.

I was stunned at first, can't you say anything well, just beat around the bush and tell me directly about the patient's condition.

How can a person not have a dream?

It's just that I have a good quality of sleep, I don't usually dream anything, and I sleep until dawn of course, except for the nightmares of Xiao Rou and Zhao Xiaoliu being killed.

Mo Xiaoxi said to me: "Actually, no matter how good the sleep is, people will dream at night, but after waking up, most of the time they can't remember clearly, dreams are the subconscious activities of the human brain, usually involuntary, in our medicine, the discipline that studies dreams is called dream science." And China is the first country to study dreams, and we have a monograph on dreams: Zhou Gong's interpretation of dreams, which involves your metaphysics. ”

"Oh, I see, dreams are so exquisite." I was stunned, touched my nose and could only smile and nod.

To be honest, it's really tiring to deal with this group of people every time, the level of education is not an order of magnitude at all, and I have been popularized with strange knowledge.

Mo Xiaoxi said: "Half a month ago, I received a father who brought his daughter to see a doctor, the father is called Chen Beihai, and the daughter is called Chen Yu. ”

I asked: Sick people who are afraid to sleep?

My heart moved, Chen Beihai, I seem to have heard this name.

A well-known local entrepreneur who often goes to the local newspaper and is engaged in the business of medical equipment, is said to be a philanthropist, who often donates money to poor mountainous areas, and I remember that when I was in school, I also came to our school to give a speech.

Mo Xiaoxi took a sip of water and said, "Yes, it's that Chen Beihai, you know, I can't be sloppy in that business, Uncle Chen has also been an old friend of my family for many years, and my daughter is afraid of sleeping, so I will see Chen Yu." ”

Before Chen Yu came, she was extremely afraid of sleeping.

Because she said: Lately, every night I have had nightmares, dreams of becoming different people, boys, girls, middle-aged people, young people go through their lives, and the dreams are getting longer and longer, and they are indescribable.

The last time I closed my eyes, I just lay on the sofa and pretended to sleep for a while, and I had a real dream that lasted for a year, and I looked up at the alarm clock on the wall, only to find that I had slept for half an hour.

I asked, "What do you mean by a year-long dream?" ”

Mo Xiaoxi looked at me in surprise and said: "She said, this dream is extremely real, the time is unimaginable, that year, she dreamed that she became a little boy, when to go to the toilet, every word of conversation with her parents, I remember it clearly, it is more real than the truth." ”

I asked: It's only been a dream for ten minutes, and a year has passed in the dream, is it really real?

"It's so real, have you seen Inception? It's that sense of realism. Mo Xiaoxi said: "For example, can you be sure that you are talking to me now, not dreaming?" What evidence do you have that it wasn't a dream? ”

I was stunned.

I am reminded of the famous philosophical question: the brain in a jar.

Mo Xiaoxi said: "I once asked her every point, every memory fragment, she can say it clearly, in great detail, extremely true, and even I tried to find flaws in it, contradictions, to prove that her words are all conjecture, but there are no flaws at all, you know, her dream is like a long and boring life without flaws." ”

"It's the first time I've seen such a weird psychiatric patient, and her dreams are so real, just like the real thing, as if she really dreamed of other people's lives." She hugged her head and showed a painful look, "You say, does a person have a past life and this life?" Her dream is Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly? ”

I was silent.

After a half-hour lunch break, a very real year has passed in my dream, and indeed, it is terrifyingly weird.

I thought: Maybe it's a ghost.

But dreaming of all kinds of people, are there so many ghosts? I was puzzled, but I buried the doubts in my heart for the time being.

She said: "I asked her to stay in the hospital for observation, but she didn't dare to sleep, she stayed up for two days before she couldn't help but lie down in the hospital bed, and soon, I found that she was dreaming, her eyelids trembled, I looked at the instrument next to her, the brain waves were shaking violently, it was deep sleep I was shocked, and immediately woke her up." ”

I nodded, and the little man's movements were vigorous.

"Guess what she said when she woke up?"

Mo Xiaoxi's voice trembled a little.

She couldn't help pursing her lips and said, "When she woke up, she asked me in a very strange tone. Who is herself? Why is she here? ”

Three philosophical questions?

I muttered something in my heart.

Mo Xiaoxi shouted in horror: "Oh my God! I just let her sleep for an hour, and she spoke to me in a tone that she hadn't seen for a long time, even in words and deeds, she was a man, and she even told me that she had a dream that lasted for two years this time. ”

A two-year-long dream?

I was shocked.

If that's the case, it's indeed somewhat understandable, can you remember two years ago, you saw yourself a doctor, and you just met a psychiatrist for a few days?

Even when I just met Mo Xiaoxi, who I hadn't seen for half a month, I thought about it seriously for a while before I remembered who he was.

It's not a poor memory.

It's a passerby for us, and you don't go back and remember what you looked like when you went to see a cold doctor, and you don't deliberately remember that you were a bus driver.

Mo Xiaoxi said, "I introduced myself to her, briefly explained that she was seeing a doctor in my place, she relieved herself, and I seriously talked about her dream all night, and said in great detail that in reality, she closed her eyes for an hour, but the dream happened for a year, she dreamed that she was a rich second-generation man, playing with women everywhere, going in and out of hotels."

I was silent for a moment.

Mo Xiaoxi grasped the steering wheel of going to the hospital and took a deep breath, "At that time, she was out of time, her face was anxious, very irritable, and told me that she didn't want to have that kind of dream anymore, it was too long and too long, lonely, lonely, and even her own behavior and habits, she didn't consciously fit in with those people in her dreams."

As I listened, I shuddered.

Can you imagine that you are suddenly tired, and in the moment you close your eyes, you instantly spend centuries of long life dreams, open your eyes, and look at the time for only a few minutes?

No wonder I don't dare to sleep.

Because I thought: it must not be the beauty of immortality, but a sense of temporal confusion.