Return to dreamland

It has been ten years since I graduated from high school. In fact, my memories of high school in the past were not good. I was slightly "campus bullied", misunderstood and so on. In my second year of high school, arts and sciences were divided into subjects, classes were reorganized, and dormitories were reassigned. From that time on, I began to subconsciously prohibit myself from dreaming.

[Before entering high school] Visit the school. The senior brothers and sisters who are currently studying will lead the "potential applicants" to visit the campus and introduce the school's buildings and stories. The school is quite big and far away from home. I was in the rebellious stage at that time. I visited this school and thought, "This is it." (Postscript: There were quite a few schools that I could apply for at that time. There were many schools to choose from within 30 minutes of walking or biking from home, but I didn’t! Maybe this was the impulsiveness of my youth, and I didn’t know how to think carefully and just went my own way.) Also Because of this small visit before enrolling, I got to know the senior sister who led me at that time. (I am a person who believes in fate)

[Successfully Admitted] After being admitted, even though it was far away from home (about 10km+), I still chose not to stay! I kept going back and forth like this for more than half a month. I took the subway and then the bus to go home every day, and I took the bus to the subway to go to school. The commute home alone took an hour, and the round trip took at least more than 2 hours. It may take longer if force majeure occurs.

[If you can’t stand commuting, you should stay in the hotel] Such persistence will always be defeated by reality, and then I apply for a bed at the school. The week of applying for a bed was not smooth either. After all, when filling out the application form, students who needed accommodation should be given priority. In the end, with the "blessing" of my family, I was able to successfully arrange a bed. Another female classmate in the same class as me also applied for a bed at the same time. Naturally, we will not be assigned to the same (eight-person) dormitory. For the rest of my freshman year in high school, I lived with the senior sisters from the liberal arts class. We developed a deep relationship with them day and night, so much so that we still occasionally chat with them. I have the closest relationship with two of them. During my freshman year in high school, their light shone in my lonely ditch. Throughout the first year of high school, based on the principle that I will never cause trouble if others do not offend me, I spent half of the first year of high school calmly. (After a long time, a classmate said that you are always quiet)

[Girls’ Conflict] Around my birthday, the senior sister in the dormitory celebrated my birthday after studying late, and I was very happy. On weekdays, I don’t communicate much with my classmates. This time, my senior sisters suddenly came to the door of my class, and my classmates knew that I was in the same dormitory with them. Unfortunately, one of the female classmates in my class did not have a friendly relationship with the senior sister in my dormitory with whom I was close. The female classmate and the senior sister all saw each other. The senior sister only said that she was a bad person and told me to stay away. The female classmates spread rumors among the dormitories to keep other students away from me. (That’s how this mild “bullying” started)

[Meaning the summer vacation after the first year of high school] Most students go through the first year of high school, the second year of high school, and the third year of high school. The end of the first year of high school means that the senior students of that year have graduated, completed the college entrance examination and entered a new stage for them. The senior sister who showed me around the school has also graduated. Although we didn’t have many contacts during school, we always exchanged pleasantries with her when we met. Through occasional encounters, we learned that she was an art exam candidate (I learned more about the art exam many years later when I scrolled through my phone). One day during the summer vacation, I was having lunch with my family in the restaurant when a call came in. It was from the senior sister who took me to visit the school. Naturally, I pressed the answer button, but before I could speak, I heard her sobbing slightly. I didn't know what happened, but she asked me with a slight cry, "Is there a girl named xxx in your class?" ", I said "Yes", and she said "It was her who stole my boyfriend!" After that, she cried on the phone for a while and then hung up.

[Going to the second year of high school] After I entered the second year of high school, the senior sisters who used to be in the same dormitory moved to another building and studied hard. In the second year of high school, not only will the classes be redistributed, but also the dormitories will be reorganized. I thought the "isolation" and "bullying" in the first year of high school would stop there. Life in the second year of high school was not peaceful from the beginning. The incident involving my senior sister during the summer vacation foreshadowed my life in the second year of high school. The female classmate who "stole my senior sister's boyfriend" was not in the same class as me, but she often came to chat with me. I was innocently accused. Once again, I was isolated among my female classmates because of my senior sister's affairs.

[Physical illness] A flag-raising ceremony in my sophomore year of high school was the beginning of my sudden deterioration in my health. My last memory of that flag-raising ceremony is: my eyes were black, my whole body was cold, there was someone next to me holding my elbow, a teacher was holding a microphone on the podium and giving a passionate speech, and finally I couldn't bear it and fainted during the passionate speech. The senior sisters who were in my dormitory when I was a freshman in high school rushed to the podium and carried me to the school doctor's office. When I opened my eyes in the school doctor's office, I only saw incandescent lights. The school doctor asked me to continue lying down and rest, and I fell asleep there for about half an hour. It was also the first time in my life that I skipped class and skipped a physics class. (Postscript: In the past ten years, I have fainted four times outside. Fortunately, I was saved by kind-hearted people every time, and I am still trying to survive!)

[Regardless of it] Based on the fact that high school only lasts for three years, I secretly told myself at that time, just be yourself. After finishing my evening studies, I went for a run when I had free time, and when I was hungry, I went to eat. I tried my best to take care of myself, but I couldn't help but have nightmares. Sometimes I have insomnia. From that moment on, the subconscious hinted that he was forbidden to dream. Until recently, ten years later.

[Return to Dreamland] Ten years after graduating from high school, the ban on "dreaming" was released in my mind. But it seems that the dream in my subconscious has been sealed and waiting for me in high school. The things and people I have dreamed about in the past two weeks are things that I might encounter only when I was in high school.

[The male classmate in the next class] The first dream is about a male classmate in the next class. After I woke up, I looked through the yearbook and alumni book and saw this person's name and appearance. I was pleasantly surprised to find that this male classmate and I had always been in the next class during high school. I can't find a trace of him in my memory, not at all.

[Former roommates] During high school, one of my roommates was a national second-level athlete and often played basketball and trained. I didn't recognize him when I saw him in the dream. The environment in the dream was dark. I sat there for a while and didn't recognize him. The person sitting next to him told me who he was. The nearest person What happened. Until I finally remembered who he was.