Dreams are not groundless, meaningless, absurd, or the product of a partly lethargic, partly awake consciousness. He is totally a spiritual phenomenon of significance. In fact, it is the fulfillment of a wish. It can be said to be a state of wakefulness, a continuation of mental activity.

—Quoted from Sigmund Freud, 1900 "The Interpretation of Dreams" (also known as "Dream Interpretation")

With a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened on the 14th floor of the high-rise office building, and Ran Sinian stepped out of the elevator. He lowered his head to see how visible the shoe marks of his shoes that had walked through the rain and mud would leave on the spotless floor tiles that Auntie Cleaner had just cleaned.

Ran Sinian was late, and the first time he stepped out of the elevator, he left a very obvious footprint on the beige floor tiles, and it was this footprint that made the cleaning aunt who was wiping the windowsill on the side babble Ran Sinian with a chatter.

Ran Sinian smiled apologetically at Aunt Cleaning, wanting to stride as big as possible and leave a few annoying shoe prints for Auntie, but he suddenly took a big stride, causing his center of gravity to be a little unstable, his body shifted to the right, and he almost bumped into a middle-aged man dressed as a courier.

Ran Sinian adjusted his balance in time and glanced sideways at the middle-aged courier. The courier is holding a small courier box in both hands, and there is a courier bill pasted on it, which looks like it is here to deliver the courier. It's just that Ran Sinian felt that his movements were a little funny, holding the express box as if he was holding an urn, and trembling, seeing Ran Sinian leaning towards him, for fear that others would hit his box, he turned around and protected the box with his body. Ran Sinian thought to himself, could it be that the box is fragile porcelain? The courier who is so responsible now is really a rare animal, and he ran into it today.

Walking to the front desk, Ran Sinian habitually raised his hand to say hello to the front desk lady, and listened to the front desk girl tease him for being late and embarrassed by the rain, and when he walked away, he could still faintly hear the front desk girl and the cleaning aunt mention the strange courier who seemed to be waiting for someone here from early in the morning.

Ran Sinian didn't care, and continued to walk all the way, entering an office with the name "Ran Sinian Counselor" on the door, which was his office in this Songda Psychological Counseling Center. Ran Sinian is one of the chief counselors of this counseling center, a high-achieving student who graduated from Songjiang University with a master's degree in behavioral psychology at a young age, and has been recommended by his teacher to work here before he graduates, and is known as the most pioneering and individual future star in the industry.

This future star is embarrassed enough today, which is simply a catastrophe for Ran Sinian, who has always cared about image. He lamented that it had been an unlucky day as he took off his wet coat and wiped his hair with a towel. After working for a while, Ran Sinian, who was sitting in the chair, yawned again, and he simply lay on the table with a somewhat lazy nature, planning to take a nap before the customer came to the door.

Gradually, the monotonous and slight sound of air conditioning in the office was replaced by a faint cry, which seemed to come from far and near, and more and more people were crying, men, women and children. Then, not only was there a cry, but also the voice of a man muttering something in a low voice, which was low and depressing, as if he was chanting scriptures.

Ran Sinian suddenly felt trembling, and then looked at the surrounding environment, and he was standing in the middle of an empty, foggy street. And the cry came from the opposite side of him.

With so many people crying together in this tone, Ran Sinian immediately thought of a word, crying and mourning. Could it be that in the fog in front of him, a funeral procession was coming towards him? If that's the case, he should get out to the side of the road. Thinking like this, Ran Sinian groped in the fog and wanted to walk to the side of the road.

Strange things happened, no matter how Ran Sinian walked, he couldn't walk to the side of the road, as if he was standing on an endless square. He turned and tried to walk back, but no matter how he turned, the mourning voice was directly opposite him, and it was getting closer and closer.

Can't hide! These three words popped up in Ran Sinian's mind, yes, he couldn't avoid the funeral procession at all, he was destined to meet them face to face, and then pass by.

Soon, several figures loomed in the mist, Ran Sinian rubbed his eyes, and saw several people at the head, the front was a middle-aged man holding an urn with both hands, wearing linen and filial piety, and there were two men behind him.

Ran Sinian knew that he couldn't hide, so he simply faced it. He walked towards the man holding the urn, thinking to himself, it would be better to say "condolences and change" to the other party.

Walking in front of the middle-aged man, Ran Sinian was taken aback, he saw clearly that the filial piety clothes worn by the man were actually printed with four big characters - Speed Express!

"You?" Ran Sinian just wanted to open his mouth to ask what was going on with this Express Express, but the other party actually raised his fingers and made a silent gesture, and then slowly opened the urn in front of him.

The moment the lid of the box was opened, a hideous-looking demon pounced out and rushed straight to the door of Ran Sinian. It had green fangs, and a corrosive liquid was still steaming out of its mouth, and the distance from Ran Sinian made his whole body feel like a scorching pain.

Ran Sinian was so frightened that he retreated step by step, and finally his feet were weak and he fell to the ground.

The moment he fell, Ran Sinian's eyes quickly opened, his whole body shook, and he returned to reality.

It turned out to be a dream, a brief dream he had while taking a nap on his desk.

Ran Sinian is a psychological counselor who uses groundbreaking and original dream interpretation therapy. The so-called dream interpretation, that is, dream interpretation, is just that Ran Sinian does not like to use the word dream interpretation, because it will make laymen confuse him with that Mr. Zhou, but in fact, they definitely belong to two camps. What Ran Sinian is best at is to untie the knot in his heart by releasing dreams to his customers, so as to achieve the purpose of healing psychological wounds. In the past few years, although his professional approach has been controversial, it is certain that it definitely works. According to Ran Sinian's original words, dreams can sometimes not only make people know their true selves, untie their hearts, let go of their burdens, heal their wounds, and even save their lives.

Because of this professional inertia, Ran Sinian often takes out his representative dreams for analysis and research, so as to achieve the purpose of better understanding his heart and subconscious.

Ran Sinian was still lying on the table, and he was going to sleep a little longer, but before that, he wanted to analyze and interpret the dream he had just had.

Ran Sinian's ability to interpret dreams can be described as perfect, and it only took him three seconds to explain such a simple dream with no depth. In three seconds, several images flashed in his mind, the first was the elevator door, he saw a courier holding a courier box like an urn; In the second, the courier man holding the box turned around and used his body to protect the box from being hit by him; Third, the girl at the front desk told Aunt Cleaning about the courier who came early in the morning and waited until now with the box.

These three pictures correspond to the dream just now, because in the first picture, Ran Sinian dreamed of a man wearing linen and filial piety holding the urn, because in the second picture, the evil ghost that came out of the urn in Ran Sinian's dream will keep a steaming corrosive liquid, because in the third picture, the evil ghost in the dream is specifically for him and drilled out of the box!

In other words, the reason why the courier came early in the morning and has not left until now is that he is unexpectedly late today! And Ran Sinian's subconscious has already sensed the danger of the courier and the box, so he will warn Ran Sinian in the form of a dream!

Ran Sinian stood up and wanted to go out to find the suspicious courier, but his eyes swept to the familiar courier box behind his computer monitor!

This thing is really coming for itself! And it's something that will emit hot gas, or be corrosive, or have radiation and poison. Wait a minute, at the elevator door, that suspicious courier is afraid that this thing will be hit, could it be, in the box - bomb? That's right, the evil ghost in the dream has a mouth, and the strong heat wave has said it all!

Ran Sinian's first reaction was to leave this office, because if there was a bomb in the box, it must not have been scheduled in advance, because it was definitely an unpredictable accident that he was late today, then the bomb must have been remotely controlled, and the person who remotely controlled the bomb was holding a high-powered telescope, watching himself from a room in a high-rise building opposite the floor-to-ceiling window behind him.

Ran Sinian moved quickly, rushed to the door like a sprint, and as soon as he opened the office door, a girl's grinning voice came from behind him, making him freeze and unable to move.

"Mr. Ran, what's the matter, people have three urgencies? In such a hurry? It was Ran Sinian's assistant who spoke, a girl in her early twenties who had always had a crush on his schoolgirl. She's actually in Ran Sinian's office, tending to that damn pot of plants in the office!

Ran Sinian turned his head and glared in shock, could this be the reason why the remote controller didn't press the detonation button for a long time? He just wants to blow himself up, he doesn't want to hurt the innocent? Is he waiting for the female assistant to leave the office?

"Run!" Ran Sinian almost screamed, he opened the door and made a large gesture for the female assistant to go out.

Almost at the same time, an instantaneous heat wave pushed Ran Sinian, who was at the door, out of the room. After all, the detonator still didn't want to let go of this opportunity, and he was no longer soft-hearted, even if he wanted to blow up a funeral companion, he would blow him up before Ran Sinian left the office.

There was a loud roar, and his eyes were full of chaos, and Ran Sinian, who was already in the corridor, lost consciousness in severe pain.