"Some things you can't look at from a normal person's perspective," I told my dream analyst.

       For example, in the case of the murder of a girl, the Internet is full of swearing at the dead murderer. When I watched part of the interview about the woman's trajectory during her lifetime, the video interviewed her first love boyfriend. Most people can't forget their first love, but in fact they can't forget their former love, and then their first love will carry a white moonlight cauldron. I don't think that everyone's ignorance period is a young and kind boy.

       The unscrupulous person is also abominable when he is middle-aged. The man looked stingy, wearing a white shirt that was dirty and gray, raised one foot on a stool, and then answered the reporter's question quite a bit. The woman was counted to death, and the man told the reporter that he thought the woman was neurotic. Why? Because she always asks, "Do you love me?" Then the man said, "I answer no love every time." Then she did n’t love the woman but spent her money with ease. He said that when they were young, women's monthly income was more than ten times that of others, and she was rich.

       Then in the end, she got old, no money, nothing. I have seen a picture of her with her accomplice. She and he were a couple. After killing the girl, she tied herself with a stone and jumped into the pond with a hug. When I look at it from the perspective of ordinary people, they are murderers. When I look at it from the perspective of mental illness, that woman is the poorest person.

       She always didn't seem to smile in the photos released by the media, and it was also this expression when I was desperate. This affair reminds me of Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet". I know there is a "Romeo and Juliet effect" in psychology, that is, when there is an external force that interferes with the love relationship between the two lovers, the emotions of the two lovers will instead As a result, the relationship is strengthened.

       The boy, like a shorthair cat, appeared again. I took his arm and rested his head on his shoulder. I told him that I bought a lot of rose seeds, and I thinned the soil with a spatula every day, and then watered it. But time passed so long that I didn't see any signs of its growth.

        A tragic script was played back in my dream. I saw a woman with long hair. After she left, her male friend and her lover hugged and kissed each other. There is a basement in her house with an area of ​​only 4 square meters. She has persecution paranoia, which is where she escapes and hides. She forgot how long she was in a coma, and when she opened her eyes, there was only the bed and her in the house, and a pair of slippers. She walked out of the house with a knife and then cut her lover.

       Her male friend went to the hospital to visit her, told her that he believed her, and then took out his eyes and soaked them in a drinking glass. Tell her that it was a fake eye that was installed after she hurt her eyes, but he won't blame her. If she wants, he will choose to avenge her. This seems to be a killer game like "Kill Bill". During the duel, there was no courtyard covered with snow, and there was no katana that could cut off the skull.

       The duel ended with her failure, and her death seemed ridiculous in this tragic script. When she was thrown into the river pond, water snakes tangled in her body, waterweeds and her hair were tangled together, and her bones were frozen. Her house is occupied by lovers and mistresses and male friends, and this is a simple triangle relationship.

       My wild roses seem to have started to grow. I was thinking whether the pond in the dreamland was absorbing the fertilizer of the corpse, and then a bunch of wild roses bloomed in the water grass. He asked me how to grow roses. I took a pot of hot water and told him to water it and wait slowly.

      When I woke up, the flowers were all blooming. I took the scissors and cut it gently. Peel off the blossoming petals, wash them without water, and then insert the flowers into the cat's body. I have never heard it speak again.

       The house was occupied by wild roses, there was no place to go, and the mud blocked the sewer and the bathtub. There were no hot water, no fertilizer, and the flowers began to wither. I bought candles from the store, and long matches, which I had seen in a horror movie, and the oil was boiling hot, and besides that, it was suffocating. When the candle oil cools, it sticks to your face like a mask, never to be removed.

        I began to fear wild roses, and with great difficulty I uprooted all the wild roses in the house, and restored them to their former condition. I was in the kitchen preparing dinner for tonight when the doorbell rang. He was a Courier through the cat's eye. When he opened the door, he thrust a bunch of roses into my arms and picked up a pen and paper for me to sign.

       I threw the flowers into the toilet and flushed them down. The next day, after turning the keys twice, I met my new neighbor in the elevator. He told me that there would be no glass balls in his bathtub these days, but roses.