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Anxiety Dream: Lost in a Dark Building, Running Toward the Light and the Road

April 17, 2026·Anxious

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This dream was originally written in Simplified Chinese.

Translations are AI-generated and may not capture every nuance.

I had a terrifying dream last night: I was inside a building at night. The corridors were empty, every room was empty. I wanted to find the exit. I called out for people, but no one answered. Then it felt like it was getting darker and darker. I ran and ran, ran and ran, and finally made it out, but I was still in the pitch-black outdoors. In the distance was a large building similar to the Aranya Lonely Library, with a giant sculpture next to it. The large building and the sculpture were bathed in light. I kept running toward the light and finally reached the road.

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