In my dream, I returned to my home and moved to the military compound before the retreat to attend my own graduation ceremony. I always hate rituals. I took the ticket and followed a friend and a couple into the auditorium slowly. I went to this auditorium many times when I was a child, and I knew which door led to where. I glanced at the ticket and realized that I was going to be next to the girl in the couple. So I whispered—in my dream, I was so angry—said to the boys, let's exchange tickets so that you can sit together. The boy thanked me, I took the ticket, and found that his ticket was upstairs. I was too lazy to go upstairs, so I went out from the side and entered the passage. The passage was crowded, and I immediately wanted to escape. A flash, escaped the auditorium from the side door I was familiar with. There are still many people outside, and the sky is overcast. I want to go back to my original home, look at my high school homework desk, and walk home.
Nothing has changed, tennis courts, fitness equipment, marshal's former residence, bicycle shed. My house is here. I looked up from downstairs and saw a woman with a beautiful face. This is what I suddenly remembered, how many years have I moved? Where do I still have the keys to the original house? Suddenly disappointed. The homesickness cannot be resolved at the doorstep. I can only shake my arms in the compound.
It turned out that everything in the compound except my building has changed. The grove has become a main street with shops, post offices, and entertainment. There is a haunted house on the street—the one you go in and someone scares you to play. On the door of the haunted house, it is written in a very cartoon font: commemorating XX, the audience is free! After I saw it, I thought: Oh... So and so actually passed away... She was my kindergarten classmate, and she was a little fascinated by her temperament when she was in elementary school. Looking at the cartoon font again, she feels that her heart feels light, that death is just a small matter in life. Unexpectedly, she passed away...I was really sad, and felt that I had missed too much.
But I don't want to play haunted houses. I went back to my house. It turned out that the courtyard downstairs was open. I went in and found some offices, unsurprisingly, and wanted to leave. At this time, an orange fell from my foot, and I picked it up. I heard a female voice from behind: Can you give it back to me? The voice is gentle like a trap. I turned around, a woman, naked in the bed. I approached and wanted to flirt with her, but felt a sense of inferiority, so I only handed her the oranges and turned away.
Back on the street again, the hormones had been mobilized by the woman, but reason told me it was time to go. I walked to the gate of the courtyard in my memory, but the courtyard was rebuilt too much and I couldn't recognize the way. This is a woman by the side of the road, and I walked towards her. Before I could ask a question, she pointed to a staircase and said: over there.
I walked up the stairs, there was a walkway, I passed the tea house and Japanese food, and when I turned, the environment became darker and warmer. On the side of the aisle are some rooms with glass doors. I see the first one. A woman is gentle in every way, lingering with a man. The second one is similar. I throbbed, but I still saw what I wanted to see. I was fascinated by this desperate warmth for a while, but shame forbidden me to look on, so I hurried forward. The exit is just ahead.
Walking out quickly, he was already exhausted. At this time, the weather soon became cold. In a typical northern winter, I was surrounded by cold and I was very depressed. To finally get out of the compound, you have to cross two small water beaches. When I came to the first water beach, a person told me, you follow the instructions and take three steps. Walk like this first, and then walk like that. The water is the shallowest in these places and you won't get your shoes wet. Looking at the water beach, I only felt that it was the same as normal stagnant water. I wouldn't get wet shoes anywhere, so I didn't want to obey it. As a result, I got to the second step. The water was so deep! The shoes are half wet.
Phew, it's only half, fortunately, it's done in one go. I came to the second creek. The second creek seemed to have no difficulty at all. The reflection of the concrete floor can be revealed in the night. At this time, another person instructed me how to go. I think I can see the way, but it doesn't matter, but I didn't listen to the instructions. The first step is the cement floor. So I went to the second reflector and stepped on it. Not only did I not stop, but I was completely stuck in it-it turned out that the reflector was thin ice! I walked quickly to the third reflector, naturally it was still ice, but this one was slightly thicker. Then I walked to the opposite side of the water beach in embarrassment. At this time, the calf was completely wet, and I was extremely sad, and everything about the dream flashed before my eyes. I think my own hermit temperament makes me reluctant to participate in group activities. I long for the warmth of a peaceful meeting. I think how difficult life is, and I also think that I have finally come over. I also thought, how could it be ice, I really can't figure it out.
In the end, I cried loudly and loudly in my dreams.
I don't know if such an article is appropriate to put here, but I think that Steve, who is running after the ambulance, and me who have just crossed the water beach, must have something in common.
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