Please: Have you ever experienced a ghost pressing bed for two hours?
Here I go again, I'm a ghost press physique, and I come here several times a year.
I stayed up all night until the afternoon to sleep today, and I instantly entered the state of ghost pressing, but this time it was particularly bizarre.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the bed I was lying on and the wardrobe in front of me, but then I couldn't move, and I couldn't shout, just a normal ghost pressing the bed.
I thought it would be the same this time, but when I moved my eyes to the left, I saw another world...... A dirty and broken pub, music that I haven't heard before, and a bunch of people chatting and drinking.
Because I turned my eyes around, it was equivalent to seeing half of the otherworld, half of my bedroom.
I was stunned and hurriedly turned my eyes back to the middle, still the bed lying on my side and the wardrobe in front of me, the surrounding was still quite silent, and the living room was the sound of my daughter watching TV.
Looking further to the left, I caught another glimpse of the otherworld. This was repeated because I couldn't get up, so I just gritted my teeth and tried to see if I could get past it completely, but when I saw the limit to the left, it was as if I had turned in a circle, and indeed the whole view was the tavern.
It should have been crossed, the whole body was super painful, and the head was about to split, and the first reaction was that the body had drunk a lot of alcohol, but I saw my wife come and help me walk, so I decided...... That's me, too.
My wife wore very young makeup, she looked younger than now, but if you look closely, you can see that she is about ten years older than now, in short, it is very real, I have never seen my wife wear so good makeup.
At that time, I reacted that this was the future her. So I should be entering my own body in the future.
I couldn't see myself, but my voice was very hoarse and very uncomfortable, and my conscious reaction at that time was that I drank several catties of foreign wine...... Although I have never drunk so much foreign alcohol, it is possible that my future body told me to drink so much.
After that, I should have fallen asleep, so I came back to consciousness, still lying on my side on the bed, with the wardrobe in front of me, but I still couldn't get up.
So I rolled my eyeball to the far right, and sure enough, I cut to another scene.
I didn't go because there was an old couple sitting in the hospital hallway. I felt ominous because it was like it was my parents, and it wasn't completely over.
At that time, I thought to myself, the left and right are different places, but what about the top and bottom? So I looked up again, and sure enough, there was another very dark and dirty bedroom on it.
There was no light on in the room, and the body was lying on its side on the bed, but the bed was very smelly, and it was next to a wall, which was in front of me, but it was super dirty, all mottled yellow-gray marks.
Looking down, it's the same, it's all that super dirty wall.
So I hesitated a few times and went to the world above, and when it passed, it was super painful again, as if I had drunk N too much alcohol, but my own consciousness was very clear.
I was thinking at the time, I can't just enter my body in a very bad state, almost unconscious, right? Same frequency across time and space?
It may or may not be a parallel world, but in short, it is the future state of itself.
I entered the dirty-walled room, got out of bed, and staggered out the door.
I found that it was not a home, but another tavern-like place, and after the door was opened, there was a hall, and many people sat there chatting, and they all looked at me with disdain.
I saw that they seemed to know me, so I asked if they had seen my wife? They all looked at me in amazement.
In the crowd, the only person I saw, who I knew, was my little mother. The conversation involved a lot of my personal matters, so I won't list them here, and you don't understand them.
Anyway, after a short conversation, I learned that I was getting a divorce. Because I'm cheating...... I looked confused and asked her who I was cheating on.
She said a name, I don't know, it's called Chen Wen or something, I asked the third word twice, but I didn't hear it clearly. Because it was a very noisy environment.
Then I asked what year it was, and they didn't answer. Including the previous dialogue, there is also a stubble, and it feels like being too lazy to take care of a drunk.
What I said, because the voice was moaning, and they often didn't take it seriously, they laughed when they said it, and told me to hurry to rest, as if I didn't bother to answer a stupid question and a plague again.
Then I was in a hurry and asked them to help me contact my wife immediately. I yelled, but my body was so uncomfortable that I couldn't stand anymore and walked with my hands wherever I went.
They got annoyed and said that my wife wasn't outside, just left.
So I ran out quickly, there were very few cars on the road, and the whole city was small and broken. Not any city I know well.
It didn't take long for me to find my wife, and I was overjoyed and rushed up to grab her.
She was very cold, I told her that I couldn't cheat, what the hell was going on? What year is it?
But she didn't answer, anyway, it was useless for me to say anything, and what was even more funny was that my physical state seemed to be more uncomfortable because of this toss, and my speech became more and more hoarse, as if I couldn't breathe.
In the end, I was anxious and said directly, 'Where is she, I'm going to kill her now, you can believe it.'"
She probably didn't believe it, so she said coldly, okay, she's upstairs, you go.
Then we walked up a building, and there was no elevator on that floor, so I climbed the stairs. I couldn't bear it, so I started crawling on the ground, and she didn't help me. It seems that they want to see what I do.
I talked to her all the way, and my condition got worse and worse, and finally I couldn't crawl on the ground.
At that time, I was thinking that her attitude might think that I was shirking or making excuses not to go. So I wanted to get up, but it was too painful.
In the end, I had no choice but to confess to her in the same voice as the dying person, saying that you have to believe me, because I am the same person I used to be.
It's a bit outrageous in retrospect, but I told her I crossed over and was now my old self.
But she didn't react much, either because she didn't believe it, or because she said.
Anyway, I fell unconscious, and my consciousness cut back to my current bedroom, with the wardrobe in front of me.
But I still couldn't get up, so I turned my eyes to the right again, and it was still a hospital, an old couple.
I hesitated, but I still didn't dare to cross that scene, I felt that I was about to die, and I was afraid that I would not be able to come back after dying in the hospital.
So he rolled his eyes and went to the place below.
It's still that super dirty wall, get up, go out, go to the living room, this time I don't look for a wife, I will ask people for a few years.
In the end, I was annoyed by asking, and the proprietress said that it was a very outrageous year, called XXX two years, because of harmony, I won't say it specifically.
At that time, people were confused and asked what about the original regime? He said he died, two years ago!
Is there a world war? It's impossible, even if he dies, it should be how many years A.D. it should be. I asked him how much A.D. he was.
She said that the A.D. was no longer needed, and that the new government forbade the use of the same epoch law as in Europe and the United States.
Anyway, I still haven't asked what period it is. But judging from the aging degree of acquaintances, it will be more than ten years at most.
I inquired a lot of information, and in short, society has changed dramatically, drastically.
Then I came back again, this time saying that I was going to wake up, and I didn't go anywhere, so I shouted desperately.
After tossing for a long time, I was finally able to shout.
Then two hours or so passed, which was the longest I had ever recorded for a ghost press, and it was extremely outrageous.
I slept in vain, and after telling my wife about the situation, I slept again, and I slept until now...... I can only take a leave of absence, and you can see it tomorrow morning.
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