At the beginning of New Year's Day, I bid farewell to the old and welcome the new. In this cheerful festive atmosphere, I had a struggling and painful dream.
In my dream, I returned to the house rented by my family in 2004. I didn't dream about the specific murder scene there, but I knew I killed someone. I didn't run away and waited for the police to arrest me at home. Then a tough, unknown policeman came. On the way he took me to the police station, I had a little brain. I wanted to run away because I was a little scared. I thought, come to a pond quickly, and then a pond really appeared on the left. I told the police that I would go back and get something, and he actually agreed.
Haha, here comes the point. Then, I immediately jumped into the pond and dived into the water with a standard word "big". Finally, I landed on my hands and feet in the pond, only to find that my hands and feet were propped up in the pond, and the water surface just reached my chest. At that time, I was depressed. Then I immediately buried my head in the water and breathed normally, trying to drown myself. But I can still breathe freely in the water!
Then I was saved, the story of dog blood. But I answered a question. I can't kill myself in my dream.
When fighting the Three Kingdoms in peacetime, Cao Cao had a treacherous man who could plan. Every time he introduces this skill, sometimes he comes with a line.
This line is also quoted from the original in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms:
Meng De possessed himself, but Meng De really slept to death. I really slept and killed, and then I wanted to kill myself. I haven't succeeded in killing myself yet. The strange thing about dreams is that sometimes there are many scenes that I need by subjective consciousness, but suicide alone is not enough.
Strangely, this question is a bit like "Who am I?" The first subject, I, exists in my dream. If I succeed in suicide, from whose perspective do I exist? I am who I am. I can only depend on my body and look at life from my perspective. I thought about who I am, who I am and where I went after I died. In fact, it is the same as this. I am who I am. After death, the body disappears, and the spirit and the body are together. If my skin doesn't exist, how can my hair be attached? Flesh and blood have been in the spiritual world for decades, advancing and retreating together. The reason why I don't know who I am is because we haven't met the situation of "I don't do it for me". The question of "who am I" is more concerned with the identification after death.
According to Duke Zhou, my dream can be explained like this.
Version 1
Version 2
This also let me see through one thing, let me see my own mental pressure. I am a paranoid person, and a typical pessimist always considers the worst first. The dreams I had in the past six months were all my own escape and avoidance dreams, and I was aware of my mental stress, but I didn't feel it during the day.
I think the most critical problem, facing graduation, has not finished the thesis, has not done the work, and everything is erratic, which makes me a little at a loss. When all this really faced me, although I felt good about myself and didn't have much pressure, I subconsciously put too much burden on myself, which really shouldn't be.
Men, be kind to yourself, believe in yourself, and things will eventually have results. As long as you work hard, you will always realize your ideals!