Mulou Notes

first dream

Some people say that dreams are people's subconsciousness, some people say that dreams are prophecies, some people say that the scenes in dreams are people's previous lives, and some people say that dreams are scenes imagined by people's brains when they are not asleep...

So for several days in a row, I dreamed of a place but the content of the dream was different. Is this normal?

The location in the dream is the abandoned adobe kiln at the gate of my hometown when I was a child. It looks like a mound of earth from the outside, but it is a big pit in the middle. The other side of the adobe kiln is my grandma’s cow house. According to me Grandma said that the cave next to the cow house used to be a cow house, but a big snake came there and ate the cow and changed the place.I went to see it, and there is indeed a deep hole with a diameter as thick as the bowl of the sea. My friends and I even threw stones into it, and we didn't hear the sound of landing for a long time.

I said, "Grandma is lying. The hole is big, but it's not big enough to fit a cow."

Grandma looked at me and shook her head, "That snake is a snake demon, it can grow bigger or smaller, Fanfan can't play there in the future, snakes want to eat people."

"Then why don't we move? What if the snake wants to eat us?" I was really terrified at the time, clamoring for grandma to move to another place.

Grandma comforted me and said, "Fanfan, don't be afraid, if the snake wants to eat Grandma Fanfan, beat it away."

"Grandma lied," I mumbled.

I can’t remember what grandma said later, but I just remember that she said that the snake demon is territorial, and it won’t come out unless it goes there.This caused me to have a great psychological shadow on that place since then, and every time I only dared to glance at it from a distance and ran away.

In this way, my childhood was spent among the fairies, monsters, ghosts and monsters woven by my grandma.

Someone asked, what happened next?

later?I chuckled, later when I grew up, I would no longer be frightened by stories about snake monsters eating people, and not being able to go out during the Ghost Festival.

I think I'm brave enough, even if a female ghost crawls out of the mirror now, I can push her back without changing face.

But this time I was still frightened, after all, that kind of ghost can still be seen and felt, but the dream is illusory, making you unable to tell whether it is real or not.

I thought, it would be great if there was a real world.

The story started when my uncle’s house was building a new house. Everyone knew that the corners of the house had to be filled in if the ground was uneven. My uncle was very resourceful to use local materials. It happened that the adobe kiln could still be used as a dojo after being leveled.

I started having my first dream that night, and when I woke up I just wanted to say, I fucked up!What about cheating?

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There are more than two months left before the high school entrance examination, and every day is an exam. The word "examination" has been engraved in my heart. Even in my dreams, I dreamed that I became a mutton skewer and was roasted over and over again. .

The last time I came home from vacation, my dad said that he sold the house in his hometown to my uncle, and my uncle's house will be a new house this year.In fact, I am reluctant to part with it. I spent my childhood there.

It’s summer, and it’s extremely hot in the dormitory at night. Several people are lighting up the lights to fight at night, but I’m lying in bed waiting for sleep.Who will eat it when it is cooked?I heard that human flesh is not tasty, it has too many toxins, so I don’t know how it tastes like roasted with cumin.After thinking so much, I finally fell asleep.

"Brother Fanfan, let's go there to play!" The little girl with braids said happily, pointing to the adobe kiln.

I looked at the brick kiln with luxuriant green trees and repelled it in my heart, as if something bad would happen if I went there, "I won't go, you have to go by yourself!"

"Brother Fanfan, let's go play house!" The little girl was not at all angry at my refusal, shaking her braid and excitedly suggesting.

"Forget it, let's go there to play," I flattened my mouth, who wants to play games played by little girls?

The road to get there today is extremely long, and it took more than a minute to reach the place that I usually reach in a few steps. I vaguely heard the little girl with croissant braids saying goodbye to me. I am left alone.

Where's the girl with braids?It seems that she died in the memory, so who is she?How did you die?Where did you die?

I went to see the adobe brick kiln again, only to realize that I had already reached the bottom, looking at the top full of green leaves, I didn't want to go up.

I went around, my newly bought calf was there, I wanted to go and see it.

When I walked to the back, I didn't see my little calf as I wished. There was only a small wooden building there, a small two-story building.

I walked over out of curiosity.

The door of the small wooden building was not closed, and a table could be clearly seen inside, with a gray teapot and three black teacups on the table, three chairs beside the table, and an old man sitting inside drink tea.

"Come here, little friend," the old man greeted me with a smile when he saw me, he looked like a kind elder.

I hesitated for a while, but curiosity got the better of me.

After entering the building, I realized that the inside is really small, and there is a layer of dust on the tables and chairs, as if no one has lived in it for a long time.

The old man took a sip from the teacup, "Can you go up and play with my sister? It's a pity that my sister has no one to play with her."

No one to play with her?It's so pitiful, I have Yinyin to play with me.Huh?Who is Yinyin?How can I not remember?Forget it, don't want to!

There are no stairs in the small wooden building, only a wooden ladder leading to the upper floor, where there is only a bed, a long table cabinet, and a lot of fun things on the table cabinet, as well as a box of bombs.

An eleven or twelve-year-old girl was sitting on the bed combing her hair. She greeted me, "Come and play with me. I'll give you all the toys on the table."

"Really?" I didn't believe it.

"Really," she nodded, "but when I finish brushing my hair, can we play together?"

"Okay!" I happily sat on her bed seeing that there was no chair.

Her hair is so long, she has been combing it all the time, obviously it has been combed neatly and hasn't stopped.

"Have you combed yet?" I asked impatiently.

"Soon," I was frightened for a moment, the answer didn't come from her mouth, but from her hair.

Sitting there, I gradually became a little uneasy. I always felt that there was someone sitting there behind me, but every time I turned around, there was no one there.

Anxiety gradually expands...

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I woke up profusely in sweat, and I didn't know why I was so afraid, I just felt like something terrible was going to happen if I didn't wake up again.

Thinking back to the little girl with shofar braids in my dream, I have clearly never seen her but I just think she looks familiar.

There is also that wooden building, with three chairs and three teacups, there are three people there, but I only see two people. Is there really such a 'person' that I can't see?

In the dream, I was only six or seven years old, which was when I was most active, but why did I have such a dream?The location of the dream is still there.

After that, I didn't fall asleep again, and kept my eyes open until the wake-up bell rang.

The roommates all got up to wash up one after another, and I also got up with two panda eyes.

The high school entrance examination requires physical education. We started to practice long-distance running since the beginning of school. We ran three and a half laps in the morning and four and a half laps between classes.

"Hey! Didn't you sleep last night?" The deskmate bumped my head with his elbow and dozed off to his side.

I woke up suddenly and looked at him blankly, "What's the matter?"

"You didn't sleep last night? What are you doing?" He folded his arms and looked at me with a smirk.

"I'm having a nightmare," I rubbed my temples, my head hurting and I didn't want to talk to him.

"Poor thing," he sighed and stretched out his hand towards me, "Come on, brother rub it for you."

I hid back, I believe he would kindly rub it for me, "No need, I will do it myself."

Seeing me dodging, he smacked his lips regretfully.

……

There was hot sunlight outside the window, I glanced out at the sunlight reflected by the anti-theft window and wandered my eyes.

"Lend me your mobile phone", I pushed the arm of my deskmate.

He glanced at me and threw his rich phone over, and I took it over in fear, why is this unlucky kid so unconscious, this is your kidney, hey!

I found the column to make a call, after thinking about it, I still entered my dad's mobile phone number, the phone rang for half a minute, and finally someone answered it belatedly.

"Hey, who are you looking for?"

I froze for a moment, "Mom, I'm Zhang Hao!"

"Well, is there anything wrong with calling back? Not enough living expenses?"

"No, I'm asking you, has the uncle's house started?"

"The foundation was just filled yesterday, and the soil was dug at the kiln at the door. Do you have anything else to do? I'll hang up. I'm busy at home."

"never mind……"

"drop!"

Listening to the busy tone on the phone, I was silent for a while and returned the phone to my deskmate. He smiled and leaned over and put his arms around my neck, "Look at you sad face, tell your buddy, what troubles you have encountered? , buddy to comfort you tonight!" After speaking, he gave me a wink.

I made a puke face, "Go away."

He lay on the table and muttered to himself, "I'm so hurt, I've been rejected, I can't get better, I've lost love, I'm so tired, Haohao doesn't love me anymore..."

I flipped through the Chinese test paper and ignored him.

Seeing that I ignored him after losing his nerve for a while, he leaned over and asked mysteriously in my ear, "Tell me what's going on, did you borrow usury or was robbed, robbed money or robbed sex..."

When he spoke, the heat was sprayed into my ears. I hid aside uncomfortably, glanced at him and told him about the dream and my uncle's house building.

He pondered for a while before saying, "Maybe it's because of too much study pressure recently. You remembered that your uncle is going to build a house, and you think about it every day and dream at night. Stop thinking about it and study hard."

I admit that what he said makes sense, but I just feel a little uneasy.

Looking at the countdown to the senior high school entrance examination in the corner of the blackboard, I calmed down and continued to read the sample reading comprehension questions on the test paper.

The cicadas outside the window were chirping tirelessly, a few people in the back row of the classroom fell asleep on their desks, and some were writing hard. The teacher came to the classroom from time to time to inspect, and the deskmate next to him was checking the news on his mobile phone. The last moments of tranquility and bewilderment.