- It’s a dream that’s hard to describe. A familiar plot, but not a clichéd process.
- When young, the house was in ruins. Saw someone’s coffin and grave, which was covered by someone else’s fresh grave over the years… There was a family living on this land with a long history. One night, heard the elders telling the same ghost story again: there is a “person” in the dream, because of you…
- (Outside, at this moment, there is a “basin from nowhere” ringing on the street. I dare not stick my head out to see, my heart is chilling. I want to continue writing, but I feel like there is something outside the window looking in. My heart and back… I looked outside the window, I mustered up my courage. I was even more determined to explore the street. I turned up the light, put on my pants, turned off the fan, and it seemed that it was hot and there was no need to fight the cold. Supplement:)
- …talking, because of the dream you are having. They become you. Your words and dreams create them.
- I don’t believe it, I step by step into this arranged dream.
- (I completed this dream. I felt breathing problems, I turned on the fan, and the air conditioner also turned on the dehumidification mode… “Yi ghosts”, it didn’t follow me from the dream to reality. There was a moment when I wished Yi ghosts really existed. “Damn factory”, will no longer dare to emit toxic gases and make noise recklessly.)
- Hearing Word to Born, Smelling Soul to Move… The floor made a sparse sound, just like the way “Yi ghosts” walk.