Dreams - how real can it be

The rain seemed to be pouring on the body, and all that came into view was fog.

Her left hand was clutched by a frightened girl. In fact, "tight" is somewhat inappropriate, and it should be held deadly. In my right hand was an empty bottle of mineral water, and just when I was thinking, 'Why am I holding such a thing?' before I could react, it was already filled with rain.

Too late to think, looking around, this point of visibility can not see anything at all. Instinctively, he grabbed the girl and looked as high as he could. The "7.20 rainstorm" picture flashed frequently in my mind, and now it is even more terrifying.

I don't know how long later, the cries and shouts in my ears became more and more miserable.

Soon the rain subsided but was still heavy, and the view was slightly better. I met a firefighter, who was busy and pointed to my left. I saw an arched bridge at the end of the slope, with all kinds of drainage vehicles and appliances at the head of the bridge working on the horsepower. I looked behind me: the people in the water were shouting in despair, and the vehicles were floating in the direction of the current.

Watertown! Watertown! This is a more severe flood than "7.20"! I was stunned, I looked so small and weak in the rain, and it was like an electric current was ringing in my head. A slap made me suddenly wake up. "What are you doing! Save people! The strange fire captain shouted at me. This moment really sobered up "I'm a firefighter ah '7.20' I carried this is what! dry! "The water rescue gear is neatly dressed – I'm going to gnaw down this hard bone!"

I opened my eyes and looked at my phone at four o'clock in the morning, and it turned out to be a dream.

Lie down again, and the alarm bell will go off twice.