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Little Maid Searching for a Dream Online

This afternoon, because I was very tired and felt unwell, I took a nap. I was woken up by some noise, but after waking up, I kept wondering what I had just dreamed about. Then I fell asleep again just like that, and I had a very magical dream. In the dream, I was in a very dark, boundless world. There was a huge 3D rectangle, but only its frame remained, and the frame kept emitting a faint white light. Then I saw many little, adorable versions of myself. They were wearing maid outfits, holding brooms and little lamps emitting a faint white light, cleaning up inside the 3D rectangle. Some were sweeping the floor, some were mopping with rags, some were using feather dusters to dust the 3D frame, and there was one holding a large magnifying glass, wearing a Sherlock Holmes version of a maid outfit, observing everywhere. Then the sweeping me asked the Sherlock Holmes maid me: Did you find the dream? The Sherlock Holmes maid me: Not at all, there is only a tiny trace left, barely visible. Our dream has been scared away by them, it is all their fault. Then I continued searching, and then I woke up.

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15h

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Dream of Monsters and Escape from the Foggy Little 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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Agent 233-chan: A Surreal Detective Dream

I dreamt I was an agent, male, and there was someone I liked at my police department. (In the dream's setting) the person I liked was very beautiful, with sky-blue long hair, and so gentle. Then there was a murderer who kept targeting our department. He kept provoking us, and then he threatened me to enter a building all by myself. This building had 6 floors and was almost completely dark inside. There were two elevators; the suspect used one of them. To catch up with him, I planned to use the other, but as soon as I got in, something felt wrong, so I came back out. I decided to head to the other elevator, and just as I went over, I saw it coming down. I immediately raised my gun, aiming at the elevator doors, waiting for them to open. Then I actually saw the suspect, and for some reason, the elevator she was in had lights—it was very bright and pretty, a sort of hotel color. The suspect immediately raised her hands in surrender, saying she wanted to take me somewhere, or else she would do something (I forgot what). I had to agree. Then the two of us took the elevator to the roof. I told her she'd better just surrender, but she said she had originally planned to commit suicide here, but I ruined it. Then the police arrived; several helicopters shone their floodlights on us, and the bottom of the building was full of police cars. She looked back at me and smiled, and then I escorted her away. Then my colleagues and I were chatting. I said I was really unlucky, and my colleague agreed. Then the person I liked rushed over, expressing how worried she was about me, asking how I was, and then we got together. She even took me back to her place to wash up and sleep, because I didn't have a home at all; I usually just slept right at the department. Then, while I was still at her place, another murder happened, again targeting a colleague at the department. But because I had just finished the last one, the boss let me take a day off, so I stayed at her place with her all day. On the third day, I went to the department. As soon as I got there, I saw someone delivering packages—it was takeout, lots and lots of lunchboxes. The lunchboxes looked very nice, with a mix of meat and vegetables. Although they looked cheap, they were very appetizing. The people in our division happened to be hungry; someone opened a box and was about to start eating, then I heard a scream. The lunchbox was thrown to the ground. I immediately picked up the lunchbox closest to me and rummaged through it. Under the vegetables, there was a lot of 'gluten'. I could tell at a glance that this bloody gluten had been extracted from a human body. And there were enough of these lunchboxes for everyone in our department to have one. I glanced at the lunchboxes and estimated there were about 50 or even more. For some reason, at that time, my girlfriend was already pregnant, and it was my child. I told her not to look, not to get involved in this case, because she was going on leave. Then, for some reason, I suddenly saw a part of the future. I saw us looking at hundreds of bloody shoes in a box by a farm for a long time. We also saw many pigs on the farm, and we guessed that the suspect probably fed the victims' bodies to the pigs. Then I heard my girlfriend call my name. She asked me how the case was going. I couldn't answer her; even though I saw the future, we still didn't have any clues right now. I had to give her a perfunctory answer and continue pursuing the case. Then we found a clue and chased the suspect to an abandoned building. It was a really huge building. And for some reason, I suddenly became a woman, and I didn't feel it was strange at all, as if I had always been a woman, and I was also pregnant. Everyone else wore suits and shirts to work, but I was wearing a purple plush dress. Then the suspect used some unknown threat to make everyone obey him. He made us stand on two sides by gender, line up, and face one direction. Wherever he walked, the people there had to turn their backs to him. Then he used one person to show us how he extracted the 'gluten', and then he slashed our clothes open from the back one by one. When it was my turn, the feeling was just too real. I didn't feel pain; he only slashed the clothes, but the tip of the knife drawing a cross on my back felt incredibly real. I was really nervous. But then the suspect suddenly surrendered, and I don't know why. Then, except for the people handling the case, the rest of us went downstairs. As I was going down, I saw my girlfriend. She was playing with water nearby downstairs; maybe she just happened to be in the area. So I went to find her. My colleague even teased me that I forget everything the moment I see my girlfriend. (At this point, I was a man again.) I rushed up and hugged her, saying I missed her so much. Then we went home, and then I woke up.

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Nested Dreams: Blurring the Line Between True and False

I had a very complex dream. Basically, every time I had a dream I would wake up, but that wasn't a real awakening. I was still asleep, but I thought I had genuinely woken up, and then I would use my phone to record the dream. Halfway through, I realized I didn't seem to have ever woken up. Then I thought, the previous dreams were just too weird. I thought I had woken up again, but in reality, I still hadn't. Then I used my phone to record all my previous dreams once more, felt relieved, and went back to sleep again. Then I had another very, very long dream, a completely chaotic dream. This dream had absolutely no logic, and I don't remember it very clearly either. It was roughly like, one second I was in a cave, and the next second I ran into a flower; one moment I was clearly fighting someone, and the next second I was inexplicably chatting with them.

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1 Zombies 2 Overtime 3 Baffling

(Had 3 dreams last night) (The first one) There were two tall buildings, and between them was a skybridge with its stairs completely collapsed. But in the middle of the skybridge, there were a few ropes originally meant only for humans to climb up and sleep on, which the zombies had also discovered, and they were trying with all their might to climb up too. So we had no choice but to block these few entry points where they were coming up. But the zombies kept squirming up in an endless stream, so we had to abandon the skybridge. We ran to the edge of the skybridge and had a teammate open a cover on the outside of the wall, then jumped straight in. This passage led directly to the basement. I don't remember what the basement was for either, seems like some kind of dispute happened? Then I only remember running on top of a wall, a black, endless wall. I was stepping on individual bricks on top of it, running incredibly fast. (The sky was very dark then, it was almost nightfall. The sky didn't seem to have many clouds but was a hazy grey, as if it was about to rain.) (The second one) I dreamt I was a corporate drone. Everyone in our company had forgotten the deadline for a project, and by the time we all remembered, there was only one day left. But at this time, for some reason, I caused some other issues (the rather urgent kind, and this also concerned the whole company). I begged everyone in the company to come and help, and everyone did come. Then by the time my issue was resolved it was already night, and we had to submit the project the next day. Then the boss bought boxed meals and coffee for every one of us, and informed us that no one was to even think about sleeping today, everyone had to get the project done for him before sleeping, especially me, finish the work before sleeping. I sheepishly agreed. (The third dream) I dreamt I was in a high school. Originally I was just wandering around with nothing to do, and walked to a room to watch a teacher dancing a dance I really like. I was just watching him dance, but as he danced he suddenly pulled me in to dance together, saying this was the dance club and I was already a member, which left me utterly baffled. Then he suddenly said no playing on phones. I was already dancing and wasn't playing on my phone, which left me even more baffled. Then he confiscated my phone, and the phones of all the students nearby, and continued dancing. After a while a teacher appeared at the door, he checked that we weren't playing on our phones and then left, and then the dance teacher gave our phones back to us. Then most of the students left, a few were just playing on their phones, leaving only me dancing. I thought this dance club teacher was really quite pitiful, how come it was just me left, so I stayed a bit longer, and then left. Then I went out and saw it was raining outside, and the people from the school next door were preparing for exams (our school was two high schools sharing one school's grounds). Because I was wearing my own clothes, and passed by many people from the other school (their school strictly required wearing uniforms, our school wasn't that strict), I attracted a lot of attention. Then I suddenly got a message on my phone. I opened it to look, and it was sent by a principal. The principal messaged me to say: I saw the provocative post you made last week. Let's settle this once and for all with this exam! Go collect all the exam papers and put them on my desk, I will go look at them. I was very baffled, really, because I had never written a provocative post, much less would I go provoke our principal. We all called that teacher "Zhang Bo". His surname wasn't Zhang, and his name had nothing to do with Bo, it was just because he looked like a classmate surnamed Zhang, and he himself had a doctoral degree (boshi), so we called him "Zhang Bo". Who in their right mind would go provoke a teacher with a doctoral degree? Looking for death? Then I replied to him saying I had never provoked him, and I had asked around, our school didn't have any exams recently, where would I get exam papers for him to write? The teacher only replied with one word: Oh. Then he told me to find exam papers and put them on his desk. I really felt it was baffling, but still went to look. I took exam papers from the school next door and went to find the teacher's desk. Halfway there I walked into a tower, and in that tower I saw two teachers arguing. One was our music teacher, she was our student council teacher, and the other was a Crow Teacher. He wore an elegant black suit and spoke very politely, many students liked him. (Not meaning that the music teacher was unlikable, the music teacher was also very nice, she was also very liked by everyone.) Then I heard the conversation between the two teachers. Music Teacher: Why on earth did you come to our school? Because of you someone in our school even died! Crow Teacher: This matter itself has nothing to do with me, you know that. Music Teacher: Why on earth did you come to our school, because of you our whole school has been infected with bad luck! (Because Crow Teacher was our school's mascot, and other schools' mascots were all white, only our school was a black crow) Crow Teacher: You'll have to ask your principal about this matter, he's the one who hired me, I only came by invitation. Then I remembered, a short time ago it seemed a student had committed suicide by jumping off a building, but it didn't cause too much of a commotion, the school seemed to have suppressed it, not many people noticed. With the music teacher saying this I remembered, why did that student jump off the building again? I forgot. But this wasn't important either, my current task was to go deliver the exam papers. Then I seemed to have found our principal's office, but I ran into the principal on the way. Just as I was about to give him the exam papers, he asked me, do you know why I'm called "Zhang Bo"? I said I didn't know (actually I was just answering along with the teacher's question, I said it earlier. I knew the answer, I was just curious why the teacher would ask this question). Then the teacher gave an answer I never expected. He said his name's English name is actually spelled "Li pai". I was so baffled, I really had never heard this name, and no matter how you spell this "Li pai" it wouldn't be "Zhang Bo", right? Before I could interrupt, he just kept talking to himself: "Actually 11 years ago I was in a car accident. I luckily survived that car accident. At that time I was originally about to die, but at the very end I struck a 'Dog Faction (pai)' pose, and then I survived. Then I was truly speechless, so your "pai" really just means faction (pai)? And here I thought the meaning was so profound? (Translating for foreigners, pai is the pinyin for faction) And what's with this dog, he drew the original movement for me, it was just a normal body stretching forward, it had absolutely nothing to do with a dog, okay? And if we're talking about a dog, how did it become "Li" in the English name? ("Li" and "dog" have absolutely nothing to do with each other, okay?) It left me utterly baffled, and then I bafflingly woke up.

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Japan Immigration Bureau Elevator Dream & Seaside Dusk

Because a colleague had once caught a fish, another colleague and I accompanied him to the Japan Immigration Bureau to testify. The staff member there was an older woman with a very pleasant demeanor. After the other colleague (who was a manager) signed the paperwork and handed it to her, she told the fish-catching colleague, 'We will forgive you this time, but you must not catch fish again.' Afterwards, she walked us to the elevator. My colleague and I stepped inside, and the doors closed. I figured it was fine if the two of us went down first, but once the doors shut, the buttons became unresponsive, and the elevator began a relentless descent. We were incredibly tense, but all we could do was stare, terrified of a sudden crash. We seemed to have called the company. They could track our location on their end, viewing a cross-sectional diagram that showed the elevator shaft stretching from the above-ground Immigration Bureau office deep into the earth. The underground portion was immensely long. I watched the little dot representing our elevator descending at a steady pace until it finally came to a halt, and we felt no impact whatsoever. I then began to feel relieved that the elevator wasn't situated right by the ocean, sparing us from flooding. On the right side of the cross-section, the sea was visible, sloping deeper and deeper. However, since it was coastal water, the seabed shown on the diagram did not reach as deep as the bottom of our elevator shaft. The scene then cut to a sandy beach at dusk. My colleague's manager was there, guarding a sandcastle to keep a group of children from destroying it.

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4/1/2026