"Hurry, come and help, she's attached to me!" Ah, come and save me..." Frightened, I shouted in panic as I fluttered, and at 4 a.m., I was awakened by a nightmare. In dreams, I was with

"Hurry, come and help, she's attached to me!" Ah, come and save me..." Frightened, I shouted in panic as I fluttered, and at 4 a.m., I was awakened by a nightmare.

In the dream, my husband and I went to a strange place to play, in a room, found a lot of unknown small bugs, fast back and forth, to climb over, super dense phobia feeling.

The gentleman said to go to someone and ask, what's going on, how can there be so many tourists in such a place?

We came to the courtyard that resembled a tea room, and there were five or six people inside, who looked like they were supposed to be acquaintances, and were very enthusiastic about talking.

One of the strange women, very ancient and hot sausages, circled around my husband, sent stools, handed water to serve tea, charming, "flower butterflies" like flying around him. And my husband seems to be enjoying being fluttered by butterflies.

Sitting across from Mr. I quietly watched them perform, an inexplicable anger ignited in my chest, looking at these five or six so-called acquaintances around me, it turned out that I did not know, they were familiar with Mr. And had nothing to do with me.

These people turned a blind eye to the ambiguous interaction between the enchanted butterfly and the gentleman, and tacitly supported it. It turned out that they were a group, only I was an outsider, burned by the internal fire beyond tolerance, I broke out, and the anger sprayed at the "flower butterfly", denouncing the hypocrisy and playing for the tiger of these shameless people...

The 5 or 6 people, seeing that I had torn my face, pointed the spearhead directly at me and asked me why I didn't give way? Blame me for not being generous, not having the grace of adult beauty... I was really killed by this group of rotten people who ruined the three views.

And that "flower butterfly", with so many people to support her, directly appeared the prototype, it turned out to be a gray fox (is the fox gray?). I don't know), she directly turned into a cloud of fog and sneaked into my body, frightening me and shouting "help". My husband watched coldly, ignoring my cries for help...

I watched as the fox's mist completely encroached on my left body, watching her devour me little by little, my left leg and arm visibly heavier, startling me to shout louder and louder, and then I was woken up by my own shouting.

The dream woke up, but the heaviness of the left body was still there, unable to move, and the fear in my heart was still there. Frightened, I reached out and touched my husband's bed, grabbed his hand, and found a sense of security. At this time, he was also awakened by my dream, pulled open the quilt, and burrowed into my bed, knowing that I was having nightmares again, and comforted me.

I was still angry with the fierceness of his dreams, and I ignored him, but just clutched his hand tightly, and my heart palpitated.

After a while, his snoring sounded like thunder in my ears, but I could no longer toss and turn. Reflecting in the dark, why do I often have dreams like this, he betrayed me?

Is it so hard that the subconscious does not trust him? Or was he too nervous? He is obviously so ordinary, but also very ugly, what is not to worry about? Strange, I really have to study psychology.

Menopause is more than two years, the physical state is getting worse and worse, fortunately, there is a gradually strong spiritual support, in order to live safely.

Last year, I was busy reading and learning to write, and I wrote 500,000 words a year, although my writing level did not grow much, but I healed myself through writing, and my inner mental strength was stronger.

But last year was also the year of staying up the most nights, the eyes were broken, and they began to spend their eyes, which was a big damage for people who wrote and painted.

Through a year of experience, I found a regularity in my body, stayed up late more, and was prone to nightmares.

These days are busy new year, staying up late for several days in a row, so last night's nightmare is inevitable, and the nightmare is a warning to the body to itself.

This year began to exercise, get up early and go to bed early, and live a regular life. A healthy body is the greatest guarantee for living well.

On the second day of the Chinese New Year, write down the reminder of the body, take care of yourself, cherish yourself, and start with exercise. At the beginning of the new year, put down your phone, go change clothes, go out, exercise.

#这就是年味儿 #