The non-stop shaking of the camera made people drowsy. I tried my best to keep my eyes wide open and focus on the narration. Dry tears kept pouring out. Some spatiotemporal historical fragments also began to invade my mind. I gradually began to enjoy this feeling.
Walking alone in the cold and cold day and night, the empty streets, the strange city, sometimes makes people feel lonely and so terrifying, meeting some strange and friendly people, we talk, we communicate. Either get angry or laugh, so one is not afraid. I couldn't help laughing secretly, and my head became dizzy, like a feeling in a dream, this should be a dream, I was distracted in a dream, but twisting my arm is so painful. When he came to his senses, there was only that long shadow behind him. No, no. Must be too sleepy. not good. not good.
This is a dream, I know, because I just took medicine and lay down 20 minutes ago. The scene is very beautiful, very bright colors, the division of cells, the deconstruction of some molecular elements, there will also be gun battles and humorous comedies. This is not watching a movie, I am in it, walking and talking, happy, angry, sad, and easy to switch roles that I want. This is a very pleasant thing. But twisting the arm is not painful. This shouldn't be a dream, it shouldn't be a dream, my role hasn't finished yet, why is there always no ending, I shouted angrily, I tried to make this life longer and longer. No, no, my ears became more and more noisy, and I heard those familiar voices. not good. not good.
Fragments of some dreams I made into my life.
Some fragments of life I discarded into my dreams.
After the movie was over, I came back to my senses and rubbed my wet, swollen, half-awake eyes. And the only one of the guests looked at each other with red eyes and smiled.
The boundaries of all things are blurred by this era, and perhaps only in half-dreaming and half-awakening can one find a real sense of consolation.
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