Dreams are often made before waking up, and they are always fragmented, and they are always forgotten after a while after waking up. However, this dream, although fragmented, has not been forgotten yet.
The one who clearly corresponds to the real person is a friend of my college friend. I called out his name, and the characters and names corresponded exactly.
I almost walked somewhere with a Wuhan University alumnus I met after work. That place, next to Wuhan University, next to Wuhan University is Huanggang Normal University. I was also joking, I don’t know, I don’t understand how close these two schools are (the reason is that the new campus of Huanggang Normal University is in Wuhan).
We were walking on an uphill place, with the neat city above and the filthy cramped streets below. After the rain, I seemed to be wearing only a top and panties, and at some point in the streets below I took off my panties and only covered them with my top. Later, I had to go to the tidy street, so I put on underwear.
In the streets, I came across a flour shop selling fresh noodles, as well as wrapped shumai. The noodles cost 3 yuan a pound, which is more expensive than Beijing and cheaper than the vegetable market in Ningbo. Shaomai is a taste of the first generation of sausages in Ningbo and East Zhejiang. It is sweet, not peppery, and not delicious.
On the street, the road is slippery. This alumnus brother complained to me that his newborn daughter had sinusitis due to lack of care and needed medicine.
It seems that another meeting has passed...a scene has been changed.
My friend from college appeared, as well as his friend mentioned above. But this college friend sometimes feels like my high school friend. We are in a clean city, Ningbo in a dream. Find a motorcycle, three people and one car, galloping on the streets of "Ningbo". In that "Ningbo", the mountains are high and steep, the water is deep and clear, and the cities are linked by bridges. I introduced along the way that this is the Yongjiang River (actually Fenghua River), with Sanjiangkou in front, and Yong is the abbreviation of Ningbo City.
Driving to a bridgehead, the opposite bank is clearly visible, which is Shanghai. We rode a motorcycle to Shanghai. The city looked very close. There was a high mountain in the distance. The mountainside was very flat. There was a group of villas with a wide view. It seemed to be a villa that I regretted not buying.
Driving on the road to Shanghai, in order to ease the embarrassment, I asked a friend of my university friend who is still working at JD. an Internet company). It drove very fast, and the speed exceeded the surrounding big cars, and the surrounding big cars also drove very fast. At this time, the friend who drove the car seemed not to be a friend from college, but a daring friend from high school. He turned his head to me without looking ahead, and turned the faucet against a mirror. The road was long and there were several sharp bends, but he didn't seem to turn the head. Fast.
When I woke up, I hadn't reached Shanghai yet.
After waking up, I especially want to go to Zhoushan.
Go to East Pole Island or other islands and watch the sunrise over the Pacific Ocean in the morning. This matter was mentioned before.
Text: "Dream"
This dream in the early morning seems to have nothing to do with the scene in "Dream", and it is more fragmented. But the core is the same, very strange beginning, surreal plot.
But part of it has a corresponding relationship with my reality, and the source can be found. Such as friends and children sick, underwear, noodles.
All in all, it is very interesting to record your dreams. Making it into a movie is amazing.
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