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As the title suggests, I dream quite often when I wake up.
Like the Internet stories say, it’s called a lucid dream, and it’s about controlling dreams and things like that.
not kind
I just follow my dream and at some point I wake up thinking, “Oh, this is going to end.”
In most cases
OO@CO
When you realize it’s a dream, you can snap your fingers! Is there something that can be broken loudly?
I repeat this over and over again, like I have a mental disorder.
But in the dream, my fingers don’t make any sound and it doesn’t feel cool, of course.
Then I bend my fingers toward the back of my hand and it makes a normal sound.
peel
But in the dream preliminaries, my fingers are bent until they touch the back of my hand.
So fucking bizarre
So that
When you see the sight, you know that even if you don’t like it, it’s a curse.
So even if something bad happens (a friend dies, gets hurt, or you’re chased by production costs),
If you unconsciously snap your fingers and realize it’s a dream
Phew, that’s good, this is a curve, and dream with the heart of an actor in a play.
Follow me
The reason I don’t do anything unusual is because I’m a heel.
When I was a college student, I dreamed of failing the midterm exam.
Even back then, I cracked my fingers like a habit and realized, “Oh, this is a heel now.”
Make a fuss about studying during your free time
Doing nothing next to the friend in my dream
no just sitting
So, when my friend asked me why I wasn’t studying and whether I was confident, I said
Laughing and laughing
I said hey, you don’t have to study because it’s a curve.
Suddenly, the mouth disappeared from my friend’s face and he looked so fucking angry.
Staring at
Staring at me with stern eyes as if he’s going to kill me at any moment
Not only my friends but also everyone in the classroom looked at me with the same eyes.
Staring at
Everyone around me.
This was a trauma, so from then on, even though I knew it was a dream, I just pretended not to know.
Yesterday, I was talking about this traumatic dream. Yesterday, I was eating chicken and beer in my friend’s room.
I’m stopping by my friend for a snack.
But he didn’t react much and just said it was like dirt.
After chatting for a while, my friend told me to go to sleep, so I laid down on the bed next to him.
I chatted in bed a little more and fell asleep, but I was so tired that my friend
are you talking about
Hey, if you keep realizing that your dreams are curves, you become more realistic so as not to get caught.
says
I immediately responded half-heartedly to the bullshit my friend was saying.
So my friend says it one more time
But how do you always know what a dream is? I asked several times
So I
I answered that I would break it and find out.
So that bastard
You idiot, are you finally saying you’ve come to terms with it?
Suddenly I got goosebumps and fell asleep quickly.
So I jumped out of bed and looked next to me.
no one
Just a bed in my room
I have never played with my friends in my own room.
In the first place, he wasn’t even a real person.
Everything I did after eating and talking was just pointless.
The face of the friend I was chatting with was natural, and I didn’t even know if the dog was a man or a woman.
I have a vague memory of the car.
This stopped yesterday
Now it’s scary because I don’t even notice that I’m in a dream.
striking
now
finger
!