one I stay on a yacht.The boat appears to be on shore, resting on a wooden frame for repairs.Regarding the boat, it may be added that it is made of laminate, since the walls have peeled off in several places, and thin pieces of wood hang down.This reminds me of several past events: one is that when I was young, I went to the butcher shop at the entrance of the alley to buy minced meat, and the clerk handed me the minced meat wrapped in birch film; Listening to the big class, the writing board on the chair is made of laminated board.Seeing that the boat was made of laminate, I secretly thanked myself that I didn't take it out to sea.This boat is so small that you can’t even turn your body around in it. You must be seasick when you drive it out to sea (I’m both airsick and car sick, and when I sit in such a small boat on the sea, I must lose all my bile. Spit it out), not to mention that it is made of wood chips, which is definitely not strong.But there was a big porthole in the cabin, and I looked out of the window and saw a lighted pier in the distance, but near here was a mass of darkness, but in the mass of darkness, there were some vague things.I bent down to see what it was.Just then a shot was fired at the porthole from outside—that is to say, a star-shaped hole appeared in the porthole, and a piece of the cabin panel shattered with a thud.This shot really made me ashamed, because if I told people that someone shot me, they would think I was making up a story.When that shot came, I vaguely thought of its cause. The night before at sea, I saw two fishing boats handing over.

I have never lived by the sea in my life, so I have the warmest affection for this blue fluid.Now I think of the Caribbean Sea I saw on TV. It was filmed from an airplane. The bottom of the sea is clearly visible, as if seeing a shallow mountain through a blue film.If you can build a villa on the Caribbean Sea and own such a piece of sea, what is the regret of death.One of the biggest obstacles to the realization of this matter is that it must be several million—these several million must be in U.S. dollars.For this reason, I could not have been shot in the Caribbean.The shot made me terrified, and I hid in the corner with an iron rod in my hand, waiting for the person who shot me to come in.Now I talk about these things without blushing, because I didn't make them up, but I experienced them myself.I was supposed to stand behind the door, but the boat was too small, and no one could stand behind the door.Then the door opened, and in came a stout man in a black oilskin hat.If the boat was in the air, he climbed up the ladder.I should have given him a steel bar, but he put his finger to his mouth, which made me hesitate.Recalling afterwards, I didn't rush towards the short fat man immediately. There were two main reasons: one was that I was tall and strong, and I held an iron rod in my hand, so I had no reason to be afraid of others; the other was why I was on this boat. Here, I don't quite understand why someone shot me and so on, so I hesitated.Anyway, I was on the alert for the dumpy man, and when he got in, he shut the door and went to the window to look out.Then he went to the broken wainscot, picked it with his fingers, and pulled out the bullet and threw it to me.Then I held the bullet in my hand, and saw that it was pointed—as far as I know, pistol bullets are blunt, so they hit me with a rifle—and for some reason this action won my attention. Good impression, I believe he is here to help me.He made a sign for me to go up to the cabin, and I dropped the flat-ended iron rod and walked past him—just then I stumbled and fell; He came up, passed through my thighs, stomach, and chest, and grabbed my neck.At this time, I was so angry that I couldn't breathe, because I was so easily fooled by others, and my neck was cut open with a blade; at the same time, I thought with relief that this dream was about to wake up.

Every morning when I woke up from my dream, I would immediately climb out of bed and sway in the narrow corridor of the tube building to go to the toilet.At this moment I didn't open my eyes at all, but I don't need eyes at all here, a nose is enough.In addition, when you open your eyes, the scenery you see is far from pleasing to the eye.All in all, I went to the toilet with my eyes closed and went back to bed with my eyes closed.At this time, I still want to go back to this dream, but I can't go back. That dream of being trapped in the cabin, I hoped it would end like this: After the dumpy man caught me, he didn't slit my throat, he let me go.That said, he was well-intentioned.He grabbed me and just warned me not to be so gullible.Then he opened the cabin door and left.Of course, this story can also have another outcome, that is, my throat was cut and I was soaked in blood to attract flies.In other words, I died in my dream.Because it is in a dream, there is nothing to be afraid of.I dream almost every night, and it seems to me that dreams are like clouds in the sky.It would be boring enough if a sky was always cloudless.Not everyone agrees with this view, so there is such a thing as a "dreamless sleeper".It is an iron sheet with an elastic band, and a lot of heat-dissipating iron sheets are welded on it. Wearing it on the forehead feels chilly. It is said that wearing it to sleep can prevent dreams, but I don't believe it.Whether it's true or not, it's better to keep things like dreams.

Everyone must know that low-quality dreams are the root of all evils. Once upon a time, there was a middle school student who was excellent in character and learning, but suddenly had low-quality dreams, and thus went down the road of depravity; there was also a housewife. , who was originally a good wife and mother, had a few low-style dreams, and then started an extramarital affair-everyone knows a lot of cases like this.Originally, it was best for everyone to only have high-profile dreams, but dreaming is something beyond one's control.Let’s just say that the dream I had this morning, it’s hard to tell whether it’s high-quality or not—it may or may not be a problem, and it will only be known after the superior’s analysis.In that case, I wouldn't bother myself to say it.People asked me what dream I had, and I said, a big pumpkin and a piece of tofu.Believe it or not, I don't care.