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A Dream Journey of the Deep Sea and the Blue Crystal Ball

April 24, 2026

This dream was originally written in Simplified Chinese.

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

I I I had a particularly expansive dream. I saw a vast deep blue sea, boundless and endless. In the center, there was a giant blue spherical glass house, absolutely mesmerizing. There were many beaches around, and at least three open-air swimming pools, deep and azure. Oh my god, for the first time I felt so relaxed in a dream. But! Suddenly a terrifying event occurred. Someone was chasing me!

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By the Sea

I dreamt I was sitting by the sea. My younger sister told me she had dreamt of an old man, and then we also ran into an old man. My sister wanted to kill him, but I stopped her. Then my sister tied the old man up and walked away with him, but she came back shortly after. The old man had turned into a mantis-man. My sister brought the mantis-man over to me, and then the mantis-man suddenly tried to violate me. I quickly yelled at my sister to pull him away, and then I saw my sister turn into a man and try to violate the mantis-man. I was completely stunned, truly completely stunned, a totally unexpected development. Before the mantis-man could violate me on a deeper level and my sister could violate the mantis-man on a deeper level, I woke up. But this wasn't a real awakening. I opened my eyes and saw myself in a cafe. I still remembered the dream I just had, so I felt incredibly thankful that I was just dreaming. After feeling thankful, I got up and planned to leave the cafe, and then I saw a little old man who couldn't take the stairs. He and his pet dog had been wandering around nearby, seemingly unable to find the elevator. I was just about to go up and help when I saw a woman come to help. After walking for a bit, she suddenly said she couldn't help anymore; she said she saw so-and-so and wanted to sit down and have tea with him. So I stepped forward and took over. As I walked along with the little old man, I remembered the previous dream where my sister told me about dreaming of an old man. I thought this must be a precognitive dream. Then we reached the elevator, I said bye-bye to the old man, turned around, and woke up.

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5/2/2026

Failure Man

I dreamed I was Failure Man. I dreamed I was walking down a spiral staircase, but I was just such a failure that I died as soon as I went down. Then I appeared in a school, but I was still too much of a failure, and I died again as soon as I entered the classroom. Then I appeared in a giant funnel, but because I was such a failure, a small disc appeared in the center of the funnel, and on the edge of the small disc were four large, round saws. Then my hands, feet, and body were chopped off by the saws, and I was turned into minced meat.

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5/2/2026

Giant Birch Forest and the Smiling God Cloud

An endless forest of white birches, the trees towering into the clouds, their trunks ten meters thick. In the sky, there was a cloud shaped like the head of a Western deity, complete with distinct facial features and strands of hair, even wearing a smile on its face. From a certain angle, the branches of the birch trees looked like its limbs and torso. The few people ahead of me were all hurrying along, who knows what for, while I was the only one turning my head to look at that cloud.

Anonymous

4/25/2026

A Dream Journey of the Deep Sea and the Blue Crystal Ball

Dream Imagery

Vast Deep Blue Sea

Giant Blue Spherical Glass House

Square

Open-air Swimming Pool

Relaxed

Being Pursued

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