It really wants to catch me, once, twice, again.
The 30-minute music timer has turned off, with 4 minutes left, I went through a nightmare...
It is not a species, nor a specific object, more like a soul—there is an invisible hand that always wants to pull me into the abyss. Several times, I thought I was gone.
In the dream, I clearly remember yesterday at
3140 the checkpoint shorting, and I also knew I was dreaming.
I dreamed that I was lying on a bed, sleeping on my stomach, exactly the same as my posture when I woke up, with my left arm still numb.