Dreams are a subjective experience, which are imaginary images, sounds, thoughts or feelings produced by people during sleep, usually involuntarily.
This is the explanation of "dream" in Baidu entry.
I stared blankly at the Guanyin statue in front of me, hearing the "buzzing" sound coming from the computer case, and then pinched my thin cheeks...
Is that a dream?
Zixu Dynasty, the fat daughter of the Shangguan family, Xiaobai, Master and Sister Zhuo, my good friend Bai Ze, my good sister Yingchu, and... Haechi...
If it was a dream, then it would be real, so real that I would mistakenly think it really happened.
I stood up in confusion and saw the slender me in front of the mirror. Not to mention fat, I didn't even have any extra fat. When I walked to the computer, the date in the lower right corner showed 10-3, which was the first day of my hunger strike to cross the border.
five days.
I turned my head and looked at the compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva, "Is that really just a dream? Did you dream it because you were crazy about time travel?" My murmurs echoed in the empty room.
It seems that this is really just a dream. How could the Buddha respond to my request just because of my hunger strike? If it were so simple, wouldn't he be busy to death?
After waking up from the dream, it’s time to face reality. I have not traveled through time.
Numbly, he grabbed the chopsticks and picked up the instant noodles in the bowl. When he put it into his mouth, it was hard to swallow. Compared with the food in the palace, it was simply...
Imperial Palace... Haechi...
Tears came out quietly, blurring my vision, and slowly accumulated into teardrops, falling onto my face.
Is it really just a dream? Why does my heart hurt so much?
His wickedness, his handsomeness, his uninhibitedness, his charming eyes when he looked at me. His hand slowly touched the cold lips, and it seemed that there was still warmth belonging to him there.
In the past few months I have experienced in the dream, every character, every sentence, and every scene is clearly burned in my mind. I don't believe it is just a dream, but...but I have to accept the reality.
In the next few days, I checked all the information, but I couldn't find any records about the Zixu Dynasty. It was completely false, but I found quite a few examples of situations like mine.
In a word, longing for someone becomes a disease. It can be understood as mental disorder.
Even if I find the cause of the disease, the third prince named Haizhi is like a figure derived from the depths of my soul, following me around like a shadow. No matter what I am doing, all I see is his shadow.
The quiet night, the bright moon, the bright stars, everything was so peaceful and beautiful. I curled up on the corner of the bed and buried my face in the pillow. It was already wet there. I only made a few noises when I couldn't restrain myself.
Choked.
I miss him so much, I miss that Haechi in my dream. He said that I only belong to him. He said that he would come to pick me up. However, I am in modern times.
I am the only one, lonely in modern times...
I can’t tell whether it was a dream or not, because it makes me feel pain. The family, friendship and love in the dream make me fulfilled and happy. Why should I wake up? Why? If I die like that, I will not die at all.
No complaints.
"Haechi, Haechi, Haechi..." I could only call his name helplessly.
Opening my eyes that were already covered with mist, I looked at the gentle and peaceful Master Guanyin under the moonlight. I could no longer control my emotions, so I quickly got up, ran over and knelt under him.