He has so much to say, I don't seem to understand it, but I feel like I do. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info sums it up in a word: being alive is just a feeling.

If it's so simple, why does he say so much? It's a dream, and the people in the dream are not mentally sound. I got up and was going to go out. But they couldn't find the door. I looked back at the old man and suddenly a question came to mind.

Have I had this dream before? I don't remember. Dreaming is usually a dream that you have had before. I've lived for more than 20 years, and I've had countless dreams, so it's not normal to not remember the dreams I've had?

Reasonably, I dispelled this doubt. This dream really went well. I was in a very happy mood, not only because I summed up a big call from the old man in one sentence, but I felt that I was too smart, on the one hand, I couldn't find the door to get out. How could there be no way to this secret room?

I turned my head and looked at the old man, whose face was still looking at me seriously. I never think of the people in my dreams as human beings, because they are just my fantasies, and I always thought so. So I looked at him a little like he was looking at a doll.

I realized early on that the people in my dreams were sluggish, their brains were stupid, and they were constantly changing their faces and identities. One moment it was a beautiful woman who said, and the next moment it became an old man who followed me and was chased and bitten by zombies. Originally, there were beautiful women who were chased and bitten together, and there was at least a comforting ......

I looked for two minutes. The secret room is about ten square meters, with four black walls and no door. There was only one old man and me in the room. There was also a long stone table and two square stone platforms for people to sit on, and I was sitting there just now.

What should I do? The first successful performance of the Dream Technique in the true sense of the word is the result. I couldn't have imagined it. In a dream, I came to a secret room with no exit.

That's it. Luck really isn't your average decline. It's so small here, and it can't be cultivated in the eight steps of extreme speed. So what to do? Waste a dream time in this secret room in a daze?

It's not my style, even if I want to be in a daze, I'll find a tree, climb it, and go in a daze.

The old man spoke again: "This life, as you now experience and have experienced, you will experience it in turn and innumerable, and there is nothing new in it, but every pain and every pleasure, every thought and every sigh, and all the unspeakable insignificance and greatness of your life, will be valued to you, and all in this same arrangement and order—as this endless void and the fragment of memory, as this moment and as yourself. The eternal hourglass of existence will continue to circulate again, and the dust of yours will go with it......"

"Just like you, big-headed ghost. "I can't hear him preaching in my dreams. I sat on the stone platform, face to face with him, eye to eye. His eyes couldn't see much in his dreams.

"You go on, see what the hell you can say about it. "I didn't say it angrily.

"This life, as you are experiencing now and has been experiencing, you will go through it one after the other and countless times, and there is nothing new in it, but every pain and every pleasure, every ......," he began.

The old man's face turned into a middle-aged man. Sure enough, it's a dream, the old man's face will change!

"Stop, you've just said it here!" I interrupted the middle-aged man by waving my hand.

"You have to do something to live. It's like your mom sitting in a daze on a tree, your dad sitting in front of the door smoking, and now you're talking to me in your dreams. He laughs. As he spoke, his face changed to that of the old man just now.

I was silent. This dream is extraordinary. Amazement survived in my head for a few seconds before I killed it, I'm not amazed, I'm not amazed. It's just a dream. Just use it for debating. I'm going to be debating in eight months.

I laughed when I figured it out. The old man smiled too. We both laughed.

"How do you feel when you say this? Just to amaze my heart, and to worship you? You are wrong, I do not think that you have seen farther than I have, and that you have thought deeper than I am, and even though you may seem to have lived longer than I have now, I do not think that you will ever be longer than I am. I can fly into the sky in the future, but you can't. What's the use of saying so much to yourself?"

I say.

He stopped smiling, and his face changed to a young man's face, which was very blurry, after all, it was a dream, and he couldn't ask for too much.

"I don't like what you say. His face did not smile, said.

I smiled in my face and said, "I like it enough." ”

"Then what's the point of our communication?" he said helplessly.

"If you don't talk to me, I won't talk to you. I said.

"But we have to do something in a place like this," he said. ”

"So I'm talking to you, but don't talk to something completely useless trying to raise your own height and belittle my height to get pleasure. I said.

He said: "It's said that being alive is just a feeling, and that you have to do something to live, is it wrong for me to do this?"

"What's wrong and right in this? It's just that I'm not happy that you're exalting yourself and belittling me like this. You know, don't go around preaching how high your mind is, you know?" I said.

There was silence for a few seconds.

At this time, his face was an old man. I looked at an old man's face and eyes. He seemed to think for a moment, then grinned, and smiled innocently. After laughing for a while, he looked me in the eye and said, "How many legs does a pig have?"

I didn't want to answer his question, so I said, "The bark and the ants fight." ”

He continued to laugh, stood up, stepped on the stone table and looked down at me, laughing: "A master is made by loneliness." ”

I couldn't see his smug face, so I got up, stepped on the stone table, and shouted, "One plus one times two!"

Do you have to do something to live? No, I don't want to talk to him right now. The man in the dream is really difficult. I just hope that I can wake up from my dream as soon as dawn. Really, how did you end up in this damn secret room?

But I still have a reward. This conversation with this guy has given me a lot more confidence in the debate conference in seven or eight months. Anyway, no matter what the opponent says, I just have to refute it. This is bound to win!

I'm just too smart!

I started laughing at the thought that I was so smart. He also came over to look at me and smiled. Not to be outdone, my smiling face was a little more exaggerated than his. He also seemed unwilling to lose, laughing and rolling on the ground.

Where am I willing to admit defeat, ......