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The Gang Boss and the Giantess: A Video Game Dream

I dreamt I was in a car, sitting in the back. There were people of all ages in the car; the person in the driver's seat was our boss, and we were a gang. The boss took us to a farm. That farm had appeared in my dreams before. I remembered that at the entrance of every enclosure where cattle and sheep were kept, there would be a small room. That room was red, dyed with human blood; many people had died here. Then I dreamt that our boss and I went into a school together. In that school, we were investigating something. Then, we split up to search all over the school for the resources we needed, though I kept following the boss. But we got separated from some people, and then they disappeared. When I turned my head, they had turned into NPCs; it seemed they were already dead. Then, I continued following the boss to find those puzzles. Then, in the first-floor lobby, we saw a giantess. That giant was truly massive; we could only see her hands and eyes, not her whole body. Her entire body seemed to be outside the building, so much so that we could only see her eyes and hands, though it wasn't to an absurd degree. We went down to the basement, and after scavenging what we needed, we quietly snuck back up to the second floor. But at a critical moment, the boss was suddenly discovered, and the few of us were all caught. Then I suddenly opened my eyes and woke up. I realized we were playing a game. Actually, all those experiences just now were just me playing a game with the boss. Then, the boss said, 'Ah, what a pity we didn't save the game.' But actually, I have a habit when playing games, which is to constantly keep saving. I had something running in the background, recording our saves at every moment, and then I copied that save file over to the boss. I said, 'Boss, I saved it. We can use my save file. You can roll back to my save, and we can keep playing.' And then I woke up.

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4/5/2026

The Fear of a Cruise Ship Exploding and Sinking

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The Fear of a Cruise Ship Exploding and Sinking

I dreamed I was in class. Outside the classroom window was an endless sea. I saw an incredibly beautiful cruise ship passing by and called everyone over to look. The cruise ship was tiny in the distance, shining brightly in the sun, and the sea was sparkling. As soon as the classroom window was opened, the sea breeze blew in. It was perfectly beautiful. Then we saw that beautiful cruise ship suddenly speed up and leave, so we went back to class. Next, our class also organized a vacation on a cruise ship. It was an ordinary cruise ship, but still very nice. Even though our living quarters weren't even as big as our school dorms, everyone was very happy. Then we encountered that incredibly beautiful cruise ship again. For some reason, it was very close to us, spinning rapidly in place. The people on that ship were terrified, but the cruise ship showed no sign of slowing down. Then, that beautiful cruise ship suddenly exploded. After the explosion, it began to slowly sink, but for some unknown reason, our cruise ship also began to uncontrollably speed up and circle the exploding ship. This even caused the secondary and tertiary explosions of the sinking ship to almost catch us in the blast. But in the end, we made it away from there. No one escaped. No one made it out of that exploded cruise ship. Everyone's mood grew very heavy. Our ship stopped for some unknown reason and had to remain stalled on the sea for the night. I was deeply uneasy, so I didn't stay obediently in my room; I kept trying to find official staff, like stewards or something. Midway, the cruise ship even lost power for a few minutes and took on water once. Finally, I found a few stewardesses. I asked them: is the ship really going to explode. They just awkwardly told me not to make such dangerous jokes, but I could see they were still a bit scared. Yet they didn't know the answer either, and then I truly fell into despair. I already felt like I was just waiting to die on the ship, and now, after running around for so long, I had only deepened this suspicion—neither confirming it nor dispelling it. I felt so helpless. I thought of the cruise ship that had already exploded. On that ship, some people were there to work, some were there to vacation, and some had spent their entire life's savings just to see the sea once. But they all died. They might have died helplessly, they might have died painfully, or they might have been as desperate as I was, or perhaps even more desperate. Then I returned to my room, looked at the water that had already risen to my heels, climbed back into bed, ignored the voices of my classmates, and went to sleep. Then I woke up.

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4/1/2026

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Dream Adventure: A Healing Journey Through Bottles of Light, an Odd-Eyed Cat, and a Twin-Moon Wheat Field

Last night I dreamed I was in a huge supermarket, but the shelves were completely filled with transparent bottles containing different colors of light. I wanted to buy an orange one, but the clerk told me it required a reservation, and then handed me a business card with my own name written on it. I walked out of the supermarket and found it was raining outside, but the ground was dry. Looking up at the sky, the raindrops vanished in mid-air. By the road, a cat was sitting on top of a traffic light looking at me; one of its eyes was blue and the other was gold. Then, somehow, I ended up in the neighborhood where I lived as a child, but the buildings had grown incredibly tall. I counted and there seemed to be hundreds of floors. I took the elevator up. A very soft piano melody was playing inside. When it reached a certain floor, the doors opened to reveal a wheat field outside. As I walked into the wheat field, I suddenly felt so sleepy that I just lay right down. The wheat was very warm. There were two moons in the sky, one large and one small. I wanted to take a picture, but when I pulled out my phone, it had turned into a cookie. I took a bite and it was actually quite tasty—matcha flavored. Later, someone called my name, but I couldn't make out their face. He said, "It's time for you to go back." I asked, "Back where?" And then I woke up.

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4/1/2026

Dream of Rice Cakes, Pork Trotter Rice, and a Drunk Sister

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Dream of Rice Cakes, Pork Trotter Rice, and a Drunk Sister

I dreamt I had an older brother and an older sister, and they were taking me out for a late-night snack. It was a shop with a three-character name I'd never heard of. They said to me, "This place is super famous, you didn't know? It specializes in rice cakes and fried chicken." Then they took me into the elevator. The rice cake shop was on the third floor, and surprisingly, it took up the entire floor. There really were so many rice cakes. Then I dreamt I spent a long time picking out rice cakes—sweet ones, savory ones, all sorts of varieties. I even put a lot back because they tasted bad and I couldn't finish them. Then I realized it was getting very late, so I went looking for my brother and sister, and went downstairs. Downstairs, I saw my sister drinking at an outdoor stall. She seemed to be heartbroken about something. I said to her, "Sister, don't drink anymore, let's go home." My sister drunkenly asked me, "Are you here to lecture me too? Why are you... here too? Do you think... I'm pathetic?" Damn, my heart skipped a beat, and I immediately changed my tune. "No, sister, it's just too late now, we have to go home." Then I glanced at my watch—8:20. "Sister, you can drink for 30 more minutes at most, the two of us can't go back too late." Then my sister went back to drinking, and I saw her collapse. I figured she probably didn't have much consciousness left, so I wanted to help her remove her makeup and get her some honey water. Since our house was very close by, I set off. On the way home, I saw a pork trotter rice shop, and a memory suddenly flared up. I saw myself and my brother eating here; I ordered the pork trotter rice, and it was incredibly delicious. But my brother told me the best thing here was the pork intestine rice. So, as if possessed, I went into the shop. I wanted to order the pork intestine rice, but the proprietress told me it would take a long time, that all the rice dishes take a long time to make. So I asked her for whatever bowl of rice could be made the fastest, paid, and left. I immediately started running home to get the makeup remover and honey water for my sister. Then, halfway there, I ran into someone night-running on a bridge, and then I woke up.

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4/5/2026

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Monsters and Escape in the Foggy Town

I dreamed I was in a foggy little town. A monster had appeared in the town and eaten people. No one could find the monster, so everyone wanted to escape. I fled too, but the fog in the town was so thick that everyone just went around in circles several times without getting out. I was riding in a car with a boy from next door. Because I had no other clothes, I had to wear a qipao, and I didn't know why but I felt extremely uncomfortable in the car the whole time. Finally, we reached a hospital in the neighboring town, but there were monsters in the hospital too. Everyone had to run again, and then I woke up.

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4/5/2026

Dreaming of a Narco-Doctor, Police Cars, and a Mysterious Dungeon

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Dreaming of a Narco-Doctor, Police Cars, and a Mysterious Dungeon

I dreamt I was chatting with a doctor in a hospital, but the doctor was a drug dealer. I seemed to be very familiar with him. The hospital was closed at the time, and he was proudly telling us his history of drug dealing. I wasn't really interested in listening, just keeping up with "uh-huh," "yeah," "ah." My eyes were wandering around until I saw police cars. Several police cars suddenly parked at the entrance, right as the doctor was saying he had never been caught. So I asked him, "Then what are those police cars parked at the entrance?" Then our whole group fled in panic. Then the whole thing started over again. The doctor again, the police cars again. Then, fleeing to the back mountain, I saw a child. The child was injured. He said he wanted to play on a phone and asked me to get it for him. So I went back to the hospital to get his phone and some povidone-iodine to disinfect his wound. The little boy, in broken sentences, spilled a lot of gossip about the doctor, gossip about a massive pit, and gossip about a bunch of old folks. Then the whole thing started over yet again. The doctor, the police cars. I escaped through the back window and swiped a rope along the way. Then I walked to the hospital entrance, pretending I had just arrived, and ran into a group of old folks. They anxiously told me that a child had fallen into a deep pit and hadn't come out, but the pit was very deep and no one dared to go down. So I went to another building, swiped a flashlight, and went down the deep pit. Down there, I saw a dungeon, and deep inside the dungeon, I saw the unconscious child. I had the old folks pull the child up first, and then I ran into a cleanly dressed little boy. The little boy told me there was a sewer next to the dungeon where strange noises kept coming from, and he wanted me to go check it out. So I asked him to lead the way. On the way there, I saw a corpse in one of the dungeon cells. I quickly covered the little boy's eyes, told him to go ahead and that I'd be right there, and then I searched the corpse and found a gun. Then I returned to the little boy with the gun. The little boy told me this was the place, then stepped back fearfully, telling me to be careful. But on the way over, I had been thinking: does this little boy take me for a fool? What kind of little boy is all alone in a dungeon yet dressed so cleanly? Not only was he unafraid, but he was also exploring everywhere. The path to the sewer was incredibly complex—how did he remember it? He didn't actually react much when he saw the corpse, either. And as soon as he saw me, he asked for help with a very clear purpose, and so on. So I turned around and shot the little boy. Then I saw that he didn't die; instead, many dark shadows appeared around him. I turned my head and bolted into the sewer, locked the door, and kept running. I even heard the little boy asking me how I found out. I thought to myself, only an idiot wouldn't have figured it out, okay? Then, after wandering around, I ended up back in the dungeon, and then I saw a mirror. While looking in the mirror, I suddenly realized I was missing a canine tooth. Then I found that my canine had fallen out at some unknown point, and it seemed I had swallowed it. A new little tooth had grown in the empty space. Then I touched my teeth with my hand, and two of them fell out the moment I touched them. I was both scared and curious. I started pulling my teeth out one by one; they would fall out with just a casual pull. And for some reason, a whole bunch of extra teeth had inexplicably appeared in my mouth. Those teeth didn't look human either—some were long and flat, some were long and sharp, and all of them were very ugly and irregular. So I pulled them out one by one. I didn't feel any pain, nor did I bleed much. But when I saw that I only had a few teeth left in my mouth, I couldn't help but break down. I was truly having a breakdown (because in reality, I had just gotten my braces off after wearing them for 3 years). And then I woke up, completely devastated.

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4/5/2026