Night Rain 1: Black Dreams

I forget when I read an article that said that people's dreams have no color, or that people's dreams are only black and white. Since then, after waking up from the dream, I will always subconsciously screen the dream first, and then say goodbye to the colorful dream. Because instead of saying that dreams have no color, it is better to say that dreams do not even have a sense of picture, and things in dreams are clear, but the people and things in dreams are not figurative, even if they can clearly know who or what they are after waking up from the dream.

Maybe it varies from person to person. However, there is a dream that is occasionally repeated when he is a child and even after he is older, and the details vary from time to time, but they are generally similar.

The night is like ink, and there are only scattered street lamps in the distance, revealing a hazy and seemingly residual light, and even the road under your feet is not clear. There may be no road under your feet, but you have been running in your dreams, so you should always run on the road. There is no sense of fatigue and hunger, with a hint of fear, can only run, the ground is high and low, may not be the ground.

The front is darkness, the back is also darkness, from one darkness to another may be the subject of this dream, but I hope to go to a place of light, although no matter how many times this dream is repeated, the light is never seen, at most it is the remnant of the shimmer. In the flow of years, the dream after adulthood has changed greatly compared with when I was young, when I was a child, I was always the only one in the dream of the unit, I woke up when I ran and ran, and I saw people when I ran and ran, but when I saw people, I found that I was always naked, and I never recognized a person, and I didn't know if they could perceive my presence.

Black nights make black dreams, naked souls run naked.