I had a tangled dream last night. I dreamed that the villagers were fishing in the sewer. It looks like sweet and sour garlic. I dreamed that a neurotic man was pursuing me. .

There is nothing to worry about. Dreams are against me. Some time ago, I dreamed of eating food all night, and my grandmother said that something unclean was scaring me! I also got some excellent peach branches and a big knife under my pillow, saying it was a ghost town or something. He also taught me the spoken language of the older generation: the dream is not strong, painting to the western wall, the sun shines, hungry as a big dream. I had a nightmare at night. I got up in the morning and drew something casually on the wall facing west. As soon as the sun rises in the east, I am too hungry to eat my dream! I read this sentence back and forth three times in my mouth, and my hand was still stroking back and forth on the western wall. My grandmother taught me this. I haven't practiced it once. Dreaming this kind of thing has been done. There is nothing to worry about.