Early in the morning.
Zhang Zian was awakened by his biological clock at the regular time.
He yawned. He didn't sleep well last night, not because of anything else, but because he had a dream. In his dream, he was standing on a busy street with a piece of paper and a pen in his hand. He stopped pedestrians and asked them to write something on the paper. But he couldn't speak in his dream. He could only make gestures. He was so anxious that he woke up in the end.
He knew why he had this dream. Of course, it was because of the proposal to protect small animals. He had been thinking about it for the past two days. He even dreamed about it in his sleep.
The weather was getting warmer and warmer. Even in the morning, it wasn't cold. Zhang Zian stood up in his pajamas, walked to the desk, and picked up a piece of paper.
The blank space of the proposal was filled with signatures. Even the back of the proposal was filled with signatures. There were many signatures from acquaintances, but there were more signatures from strangers. He had a clear conscience about this, and he could call to verify it at any time.
When the next meeting of the Municipal Political Consultative Conference was held, he planned to read this proposal at the meeting, hoping to get the attention of the participants.
In short, that was all he could do. The rest was up to fate. But one thing he was sure of was that sooner or later, China would have a small animal protection law. It was only a matter of time.
Putting down the proposal, he turned around and found that Famous was awake. It was in a daze, and the light of the small night light had been drowned in the morning light.
The other elfins also woke up. Zhang Zian walked over and asked, "Famous, did you have insomnia?"
Famous shook its head and said blankly, "I had a very strange dream."
"Dreams are strange." Zhang Zian laughed. "I often dream about getting married!"
"Quack! Now you think it's strange to dream about getting married, right? You should dream of marrying a husband! " Richard heard their conversation. Although it was usually in bed at this time, today it jumped up as if it had been injected with chicken blood, and its face was full of excitement.
Zhang Zian calmly threatened, "Hehe, I like to kill birds in my dreams. You better be careful."
"Quack! Are you going to kill your own bird? "Richard called mischievously.
"Meow meow meow! I can do it for you! "
Snowy Lionet keenly captured the key words in its mind and started to roll like a ball of fur.
"Don't look at how happy you are now. Be careful that you will make a list in the future!" Zhang Zian stared at Richard.
There was no point in arguing with Richard. It would always lower your moral integrity to its level, and then defeat you with its rich experience. You could only vent your hatred by whipping it with a feather duster!
As for Snowy Lionet, it was better to ignore it. Snowy Lionet's nightly attacks were unbearable.
"Quack! I'm so scared! I want to pull Qing Dan now! " Richard fluttered its wings and flew into the bathroom without a care in the world. Then, it heard the sound of splashing against the water …
Zhang Zian, "..."
He asked, "What kind of strange dream was it?"
"I don't know how to describe it … In the past, when I had a dream, I could have a vivid dream, but I was like a bystander in the dream. No matter what I did, it had already happened and was destined to be unchangeable … The dream I had just now was different. I forgot what kind of dream it was, but the most important thing was that it was like something that happened in a half-asleep, half-awake state. I knew that I was dreaming, and I felt that I could control some things, such as when I woke up, so I tried it and woke up."
Zhang Zian thought for a moment. "Well … I seem to have heard of this before … Let me recall … Have you heard of 'Qingming Dream'?"
"Quack! Qingming Dream? During the Qingming Festival, it was raining. The Zhang family's son wanted to break his back. I asked where I could find calcium tablets, and I pointed to England! " Richard happened to come out of the bathroom with a foul smell. "Speaking of which, when are we going to England to play? I want to buy you a Scottish skirt to wear … Scottish men are so lucky that they can legally wear women's clothes! "
"Speaking of this … I also remember that someone in my dream said that the greatest and most permanent art in China is men dressing up as women …" Famous recalled.
Zhang Zian said, "This … Someone really said it."
"By the way, what is a Qingming Dream?" Famous didn't care who had such foresight, but it was more concerned about its own dream. It was the first time it had heard of this unfamiliar term.
"Qingming Dream … This thing is almost metaphysical, and there is a lot of controversy. Those who believe in it hold it in high esteem, while those who don't believe in it scoff at it. There is almost no transition zone in between."
Zhang Zian thought about it and began to talk about what he had heard. Many boys were interested in these mysterious things when they were young. For example, he still had a thick stack of UFO Exploration magazines at home that were collecting dust. Back then, he was quite obsessed with these magazines and spent all his pocket money on buying them.
A Qingming Dream, simply put, was to stay awake while dreaming. It was also called a lucid dream.
Normally, the dreamer wouldn't even know that they were dreaming. Even if the dream was extremely absurd, the dreamer would passively follow the dream like a marionette, and would completely forget about the dream for a short period of time after waking up.
A slightly different kind of dream. The dream was more realistic, and the dreamer could vaguely realize that they were dreaming, but the feeling of powerlessness still existed. It was like watching a movie with a fixed plot, knowing that the movie was heading towards a tragic ending, but there was nothing they could do. However, this state of lucidity was often fleeting, illusory, and difficult to grasp.
At a higher level, the dreamer could know that they were dreaming. If it was a good dream or a wet dream, of course, they would be happy to continue, but if it was a horrible nightmare, the dreamer would be eager to wake up quickly. Sometimes, the dreamer would wake up in a hurry and escape from the nightmare.
Most people had more or less experienced the above three kinds of dreams, but they might not remember them after waking up, so it was not surprising. However, the controversy of Qingming Dream was that some people believed that through repeated practice, they could further control the dream. Not only could they end the nightmare in advance, but they could also prolong the good dream and … wet dream. They could even further control their own actions in the dream and change the direction of the dream. It was said that when practiced to the highest level, they could even ignore the boundary between the dream and reality, reaching a mysterious level.
"Quack! Qingming Dream — the gospel of premature ejaculation, the secret to making women climax! " Richard imitated the advertising slogan and shouted disdainfully, "Only idiots like you will believe this!"
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