In my dream, I escaped from the unit and came to a small two-story building that I had never seen in reality. Open the lock, open the door. Lock the door. Enter your own room on the second floor and sit against the corner.
The whole house was quiet. There was no noise from the TV, no sizzle from the fridge, no ticking of the clock. I just sat quietly.
There was a little noise downstairs, and then there was a knock on the door, and I guessed that the unit leader or colleague came to me. I didn't move. A long time later, there was another knock at the door, did my friend come to me? The third knock on the door, is it my loved one? This small building seemed to isolate me from reality, but I did not feel afraid, worried. As the sun set, my room gradually sank from the golden afterglow. No one came knocking on the door again.
I sat in the darkness like this, I couldn't see the window, I couldn't see the walls of the room, and finally I couldn't even see myself. I was completely immersed in the darkness. Boundless deep darkness. But the heart is so calm. There was even a hint of seclusion.
Woke up from a dream.
Looking back this morning, I'm glad I didn't show the reality of my dreams when I was awake. In my dreams, I was a bit like the protagonist in "Leaving Las Vegas", deep, desperate, and for no reason.