Dream robber

just as we spend most of our lives learning to adapt to the world.

I sit in front of the mirror at 09:58 every evening. Not to look in the mirror, but because I also like to write some crappy words to amuse myself.

this mirror is twenty centimeters long and fifteen centimeters wide. Why should it be placed next to my computer screen? Because I always feel like someone is looking at me when I'm writing. By putting the mirror here, I can see everything behind me from Yuguang from time to time, hoping that there is not a big sister with a green face and fangs standing behind me to ravage my delicate body. Ah, but sometimes, I still feel a little chilly, even if there is no wind. I don't know what's going on.

when I am often unable to write, I will comb my hair with a comb in the mirror-like Zhenzi in the Midnight Bell, which can promote blood circulation in my head.

once, I did this. As a result, I forgot that another colleague in the dormitory still sleeps here. He seldom lives in the dormitory because the condition here is too bad and the humidity is very heavy. That day this guy got drunk and had to get up to go to the toilet. In response to the superior's call for energy saving and emission reduction, I did not turn on the light, the room was dark, only the computer screen was on, and this guy smashed his cell phone. It's a good thing I saw this in the mirror and lowered my neck about 45 degrees to the left, otherwise, my head would explode.

your sister, can't you see my brother I'm combing my hair? I turned around and asked him, have you ever seen a male ghost look so shy?

he threw up at once. Maybe my words played a role in promoting vomiting.

but from then on, he no longer dared to sleep in his dorm room at night.

he cracked my mirror. since then, I can't see the complete picture, always divided, like two worlds, pieced together.

when I was writing, I was sitting on a swivel chair. It was the guy in one of my dorms who picked up the treasure from a pile of garbage thrown by others. Sometimes when I can't write anymore, I fold my legs and turn around a few times until my eyes are full of stars, and then I write. I call immediately. It's called Shuang.

this small dormitory is only a dozen square meters, but it is arranged by me to be warm and comfortable. It often makes me sigh that no matter how wonderful the outside world is, I am still as quiet as a paradise. I can't help reciting two sentences of Liu Yuxi's "shabby motto": if the mountain is not high, if there is an immortal, then the name will be. A body of water needs not to be deep it would be ensouled if a dragon makes it it's resting whereabouts. This hut of mine is a humble one, but I make it virtuously fragrant in repute.

it's a pity that the good times won't last long. Because of the relocation of my unit, I can no longer live in this small dormitory.

Goodbye, those nights when I sit in front of the mirror, those nights that are miserable because of lovelorn, those nights when I am depressed and forced to smile, those nights when my heart feels as calm as the sea.

because I moved in a hurry, I lost my mirror. although it has cracked, it is still my favorite mirror, which can remind me of the warmth of many sleepless nights. Now that the mirror is gone, I can't hehe. I can only whine.

I moved to a 34-story building.

since then, something strange has happened.

there is a woman who begins to travel through my dreams and real-life every day.

in the dream, she was wearing a white shirt, as if she was naked without panties. I might have had sex in my dream. Other people wore it. Anyway, the graceful curve made me excited.

in real life, she has been transformed into a lady, a baggy sweater covers her white shirt just right, and a pair of slim jeans look slender and tight.

I live in a forest of tall buildings. Looking ahead, the city in the haze is lit with little lights, orange, orange, light yellow, pure white, deep red, deep purple, light blue, light green. Rows of cars wriggled on the streets of the city, screaming and moaning.

when the wind blows, I sit on the floating window on the 28th floor, looking at the farthest light, which is also a tall building. I used to look through binoculars, and there sat a woman with long hair hanging over her shoulders, sometimes two. They talked and quarreled, and once one of them pushed the other down on the railing of a tall building, making her hair dance in the wind. My heart huddled and trembled and closed the curtains and dared not look anymore.

when I went to see it again, it was empty, the windows were open, and the curtains raging in the wind looked like a nightmare.

City life is waking up from one dream and then waking up in another.

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desire is like a tide, it rises and falls, but it never recedes. One by one, like a long dream.

since that woman appeared, I can no longer remember the dream I once had.

I count between my fingers that that woman has been in my dream for more than half a year.

more than 180 nights, that woman appeared in my dream.

in the dream, she always makes me unpredictable, sometimes like flying, shuttling quickly through the crowded crowd, while people can't see her; sometimes, she jumps rapidly in various spaces, and the picture changes frequently in the blink of an eye; sometimes, she stays quietly in a fixed space with no more activity.

the picture in the dream is so clear that it often makes me wonder if it is a dream, because the next day, I feel refreshed and seem to be able to see the pictures and recall the details of the dream.

then, for more than 180 days, she will meet me in some corner of the city. Each time, it's a different identity. Sometimes, she leads a group of tourists with a red flag in her and visits a scenic spot; sometimes, she helps a middle-aged woman walk cleverly along a tree-lined road in the city; sometimes, she sits across the street with a black cat, alone watching the crowd crossing the zebra crossing, and when I get closer, she disappears again; sometimes, she rides lightly through the traffic on a bicycle; sometimes, she sits in the corner coffee shop flipping through magazines. Sometimes, we stand on the top floor of a tall building, overlooking the crowd; sometimes, we brush our shoulders as we get on and off the subway.

every time, I can see her somewhere in the city. Every time, naturally, I couldn't stop her and say: hi.

We are like two ants, blindly running forward according to the track of our lives, and can not stop easily.

finally, one day, it hailed.

the sky in this city is often cloudy, but it seldom hails. It was strange that an umbrella appeared on top of my head when I ran down the road for fear of being smashed into my head.

I stopped. Yu Guangli's white shirt has made me realize that this very important person to me has appeared at an unexpected moment.

I wasn't even timid. I asked her abruptly and bluntly: did you steal my dream?

she looked at me calmly: yes, I am a dream thief.

I was surprised that I couldn't make a sound.

Why are there still dream robbers? I thought to myself, but I couldn't speak.

because I am the dream stealer, and there is no reason. She said.

she could hear my thoughts, and I thought of it for the first time, and the discovery made me even more frightened.

she took me by the arm and said, "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you. I'm here to help you."

the dream came to an abrupt end. It turned out to be a dream. I dreamt of meeting her. It was so strange that I could remember my dream. It's just that I haven't had time to ask her what she's going to do to help me. Why would she help me?

strangely, I haven't seen this woman for a long time since.

but I find myself constantly shuttling back and forth in other people's dreams.

there is a middle-aged man who has had the same dream for a long time. The reason for saying it for a long time is that for a whole week, I will be in that dream.

the dim light flickered on and off in a small old building, and one window was always on. The summer wind blew in from the small pine forest not far away, wrapped in a heatwave and with a little coolness, and the hiss of cicadas revealed a hint of despair. In that window, a long-haired woman was sitting quietly reading in front of the lamp, as if waiting for someone. The man's sweat dripped down his cheeks and had a hot sense of touch. He went up the stairs, trying not to make a sound. Seems afraid of alarming the neighbors. At last, he stayed in front of the door, hesitating to knock on it. And that hand did not fall slowly.

the sound of the pine wind sounded again, and the enthusiasm receded. For a long time, he turned and left. And the faint light is always on.

every night, I appear in this dream. I know very well that this is his dream.

because I have no way to understand or touch anything. When I wanted to get out of his sight and go to another place, I just felt tied up and couldn't move. After, strangely, I met this man during the day. He is a white-collar worker in an office building. He always walks in front of a group of people, and occasionally one or two people walk beside him. He always looks dignified, when he sees me, there will be a moment of surprise, and then return to the indifference of ordinary people.

and every time we meet, it happens by accident. For example, the second when I drive past the office building and open the window to get some air; for example, I follow the crowd across the zebra crossing with my briefcase; for example, my friends and I are sitting in a tavern for a drink; for example, when we are about to leave playing tennis on the tennis court. He always passed me by, as if every time we met inadvertently, and it seemed that our meeting was deliberately arranged.

I think of the woman in the white shirt again. Isn't that how she and I met? Is it the same with this man and me?

with this idea in mind, it took a long time. The endless appearance of that dream has bored me.

I don't want to keep having this dream, but it's like an irrevocable alarm clock that goes off at the same time every night.

I can't help trying to figure it all out.

I came to that office building. I want to talk to that man. When I saw him and a group of people discussing something fiercely through the glass, I hesitated.

how should I talk to him? About what? Talk about the dream? Will he get a security guard to kick me out and make me make a fool of myself in public?

reason tells me that I can't.

from this day on, that is, the day I decided to find that man, I began to lose sleep.

I lay in bed all night, looking at the ceiling, and couldn't sleep.

I got up and came to the window, which is my favorite floating window. Sitting on it, I can see a forest of tall buildings, like a forest, endless. There are still speeding cars on the streets in the middle of the night, but they are much smoother than during the day. The lights went out one by one. The loneliness in my heart became surging.

it turns out that those lights are to burn the loneliness in the city, and loneliness is like weeds, which is just an illusion, and the danger of starting a prairie fire is devouring every pale soul all the time.

I opened the window and let the wind blow in. Blowing into my loneliness boat in the ocean. I often feel that I live in a boat. Although the sea is rough, my place is always peaceful and peaceful. Only the tsunami in my heart will engulf me from time to time.

I counted a few lights not far away, one, two, three.

when I counted to 47, I clicked in my heart as if something was broken, and then I stood up from the floating window. The farthest light is still on, and the one I used to watch with binoculars is still on. And there seems to be a woman pointing binoculars at my window.

I looked for my binoculars in the drawer, and when I looked at the window again, it was closed. The curtains were closed, and it was dark inside, like a closed eye.

I waited for a quarter of an hour, then I felt tired.

I held my binoculars angrily, ready to put them back in the drawer.

and at that moment, a strong umbrella lying in the corner of the drawer woke me up.

this is not my umbrella.

I would never use this flower-striped umbrella.

I like black, navy, khaki and gray. In addition to the colors, I just like them coldly.

but this colorful striped umbrella appears in my drawer.

it's her!

the umbrella of the woman who traverses my dream and real life!

where did she go?

Why didn't she show up again?

I opened this flower umbrella in the darkroom. A fragrant smell hit me, and then I felt dizzy. Feebly, I went back to my dormitory and climbed into bed.

soon, I felt like the sky was spinning and everything began to fly back and forth.

when I calmed down, I was already sitting on the roof, the sky was blue and there was no haze.

the white shirt in the afterlight made me turn around. I saw her face for the first time.

what a familiar face. Have I seen it somewhere? I don't remember.

Hello, remember me? She asked as she approached me.

remember. I nodded desperately. But I'm not so sure.

as I said, I'm here to help you. She said with a smile. She has a clean face, not a goose egg face, not a melon seed face, not a round face, not a diamond face, her face is very dexterous, but also angular, but very lovely. Her eyes seemed to contain many secrets, watery, about to drip water, and her eyebrows were shallow but long. The nose is small and straight, the lips are thin, as if unwilling to say more.

have you seen enough? She asked me with a smile.

I smiled and nodded, a little embarrassed.

you may not know that you, like me, are a dream thief. She said. Seeing that I was shocked and speechless, she went on. We can shuttle through other people's dreams, and some dreams always haunt some people, no matter how many years later, those dreams will often appear, sometimes dreams will change, but the meaning of dreams will not change.

I interrupted her: wait, what you said is very complicated. I haven't figured it out yet.

she stared at me.

I said, but I never knew I was a dream thief. How do you know this?

my dream tells me, my dream brings me to your dream.

is it so amazing? I don't believe it. I then asked her, then why did I get into other people's dreams?

because you already have this ability, then you should use it to accomplish a lot of things. Otherwise, you will be trapped in other people's dreams and will never get out.

is it so scary? I asked her.

she didn't answer.

it's not scary, just a little sad. She sighed.

I don't know where to go.

she went on to say that it will be very difficult for you to have your dream unless you meet your next successor.

successor? Am I your successor?

I turned my head and she had disappeared.

when I woke up, the umbrella was gone. There was a shrill sound of a car whistle outside the window and a new day began.

and whose dream will I be in this night?

I've been in a daze about this all day. The leader scolded me several times, but I was indifferent.

at night, I reappeared in that man's dream.

I am a little bored with the sound of the loose wind. Why does this scene appear, again and again, pestering me and not living in peace?

it was the same floor, and he hesitated again to knock on the door.

just as he was about to turn around, my mind played a magical role. I didn't know what force I used to push the door open. Anyway, it opened with a squeak.

the man turned around in shock. he seemed to see me, but I didn't know where I was in this dream. I was like the air, everywhere, and not at all.

the lights in the room are on, the room is spotless, and the old clock ticks like a chattering old man. He went into the house and went straight to a small room with lights on.

the woman, wearing a moon-white skirt, looked at him quietly under the lamp.

and he began to cry. He knelt on the ground and burst into tears. It's just that he didn't say a word all the time. He looked apologetic, but he didn't even say he was sorry. And the woman kept looking at him gently. I don't have any desire to talk.

is it true that in dreams, people don't talk? From that woman's Godlove, I can judge that she has forgiven this man.

they hugged briefly, after which the man left the building. The wind stopped, and in an instant, the faint light went out.

the dark building, accompanied by the pine forest, seems to have entered a long dark dream.

I can also feel the colic in that man's heart, which is like happening in my own heart, about to shed blood, red blood.

have I finished my task? Will this man never dream of a place that seems to make him feel guilty all the time?

what happened between him and that woman? Why are two people separated when they are clearly in love? Tear your heart and lungs, but there seems to be nothing you can do about it?

the next day, I never dreamed of this man again.

but that place reappears in my dream, the pine forest that often sings on summer nights. The orange light.

it seems that the dream is not over yet.

there is the waiting light at the other end of the dream. In my dream, I let the man know that the woman forgave him. And that woman is still waiting for the man who breaks his appointment.

I appear in a woman's dream.

the heatwave outside the house does not seem to enter the small building. On the contrary, the room is cool and pleasant. Sitting in the light, the woman flipped through a book. It's just that she seems absent-minded all the time. She is waiting for someone. She got up again and again and sat down again and again. With a sigh, he looked very pale and powerless against the sound of the pine wind.

Love a person, perhaps, is so heart-wrenching. And so on, in the boundless time, waiting for the figure of another person, as if reaching out to grasp the sand falling between my fingers, the harder I try, the more powerless I feel.

she didn't wait for him after all.

this dream is repeated over and over again, and I never know how to save this woman.

I have come to understand that I am not a dream thief, I am a healer.

in dreams, I help people heal. Help them untie their hearts.

this dream happens every night because I can't find the answer and the way to save this woman. I don't know what to do.

on this day, I was in a daze on the subway. There were few passengers on the subway late at night.

I watched the subway running at full speed under the city as if to shuttle into another time and space. I closed my eyes and imagined myself traveling through time. A song came from the radio. It was an old song.

Hi! Suddenly someone sat next to me and woke me up.

Why are you? Why are you here? I thought you wouldn't talk to me anymore. I said.

I will always be with you until you have mastered the ability of the dream robber. She told me.

I was recently haunted by a dream. I saved that man's dream, but that woman's dream has been haunting me.

did you save that man? She said angrily, are you sure you saved that man?

I nodded hesitantly.

she turned around. Following her line of sight, I saw a familiar figure, the man in the dream. He's on the subway, too, just up there. Beside him sat a petite girl.

look at what you've done. She put her hands on her chest and looked at me indignantly.

I lowered my head in shame.

she says that sometimes a person's guilt can make a person a better person. A man's remorse will prevent him from making another mistake.

what should I do? I asked her if the woman had been foolishly waiting for him. She might have waited all her life with regret. The most important thing is that I have no idea where she is.

everything you want to know will appear in your dream, as long as you put your heart into it, you will find it. She said.

someone shook me up hard.

I fell asleep sitting on the subway. When I woke up, she was gone.

how should I figure this out? Do you just know the story between two people from a thin dream, and then let these two people untie the knot? Even if it is untied, so what? What does it have to do with me? Why did I become a dream thief?

this night, the dream appeared again. In the sound of the pine wind, I stepped into the small building, and in the corridor, I found a sign that I had not noticed. Unit 1, Building 5, Meilin District. After that, there was a letter in the mailbox of 402, and the envelope read: Ms. Blue Xiao Die opened it herself.

Why didn't I think of it before? Is it true that this ability has just emerged?

the next day, I found some information about the blue butterfly. She is now married and has children, but she has cancer and has reached an advanced stage. Most importantly, she must still be thinking about the man who didn't show up for the appointment. Why is a woman obsessed with a relationship that is not worth it? Why does the person who has been unable to wait always make a person feel guilty and unforgettable for the rest of his life?

I don't understand.

Xiao Bu hit me on the head with a book. Why is he in a daze again? Xiao Bu is my colleague. She is about my age in my next office.

look at you, the dark circles under your eyes are so heavy. You want to be a panda. She said with a smile.

if you love someone and he has failed you, what else do you want from him? I asked Brooke.

she was suddenly shocked, blushed to the root of her neck, and then angrily said to me, "what are you talking about?" What did you hear from?

I have looking at her questioningly, did something happen to her? I said, I'm just asking, there was a woman who fell in love with a man when she was young, and that man failed her, and she was dying but still thinking about this man. Do you think this man is very bad? what else is there to wait for?

then Xiao Bu sat calmly on my desk, thoughtful. After a while, she said, there is no emotion in the world that is not worth it. A relationship you think is not worth it is the wealth of a lifetime in the eyes of two people. I think that woman can rest in peace if she knows that this man is still in love with her.

I wondered, and I asked her: what's the point of knowing that someone is dying and that he still loves her? Can love be eaten as a meal? Can we keep her alive?

Xiao Bu, who is usually fooling around, told me solemnly that yes, as long as she knew that he was still in love with her, her whole life of waiting had meaning, and her life's regrets could be dispelled.

Xiao Bu left my office so thoughtfully that he forgot the party he had scheduled for the evening when we were going to chat in a new coffee shop. By the time I got off work, she had left.

did I say something that made her unhappy?

it was night, and I came to the dream of the blue butterfly.

to be exact, I didn't show up, but the man appeared in her dream. In front of the hospital bed, the man shed tears of remorse. He cried that it was his fault and that he had been in love with her. Blue butterfly cried, and the tears were full of joy and emotion.

this dream finally disappeared from my world.

and I don't know what happened after the blue butterfly, and what happened to that man, will he continue to cheat? In this city, men are always hunting for novelty, and women can't bear to be lonely. And what can I, a so-called dream robber, contribute? Can I change this ridiculous world?

I began to pray that this ridiculous thing would not happen to me again.

I stole Xiao Bu's sleeping pills.

Xiao Bu's mother is a doctor. Xiao Bu always has all kinds of pills that I can't get in his drawer, including sleeping pills. I don't understand why Xiao Bu a girl likes to use sleeping pills. Isn't this medicine supposed to be given to people like me who can't sleep well because of something?

I'm going to cure myself with sleeping pills. In the evening, I excitedly took one from the medicine bottle and took it with more than half a bottle of water. After lying down, I thought one was not enough, so I got up and took the second one.

Unfortunately, sleeping pills didn't work.

stay awake deliberately at night, you will also fall asleep when you sit on the subway to work, and start dreaming when you fall asleep, even when you take a nap at noon.

I vaguely understand that some things are like this, we can not escape, all we can do is adapt to it.

just as we spend most of our lives learning to adapt to the world.