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【💤 #DreamJournal】Cockroaches in the Office I dreamed that I was in the office, getting ready to discuss a business trip with my colleagues when I noticed the floor was covered with cockroaches. In the dream, I remembered seeing two large cockroaches before, and I thought they were dead, so I hadn't dealt with them immediately, figuring I’d clean up later after I finished my tasks. When I returned to the office, I saw a cockroach crawling slowly on the floor. I tried to step on it, but my first step slipped a bit, as if the roach had some juice. I even thought, “Wow, it’s tough; won’t it die?” Then I noticed a second one crawling. I thought, “Wait, wasn’t that one already dead and tossed in the trash? How did it get here? Can cockroaches fake being dead?” I stomped on it firmly. Then more cockroaches appeared, and I ended up killing five in quick succession. I wondered why so many cockroaches were crawling around the office. Could something in my office be attracting them? My shoes were stained from stepping on them, leaving marks on the floor along with scattered cockroach legs. I called out to everyone, “Before you leave, make sure to clean your area.” I figured I should clean my office too, even though I had a lot of work to finish. But with so many dead cockroaches around, I decided to tidy up first, using the time to think about my tasks. Suddenly, I remembered I should write down this dream, and then I woke up.

【💤 #DreamJournal 】The Final Chapter of Companionship #Interpretation I dreamed of seeing a woman dressed in what looked like indigenous attire, adorned with colorful beadwork in unique patterns. Her nails were also remarkable, decorated with intricate nail art and unusually long. They could extend outward to grab things, like retractable claws, and then return to a normal length. I watched as she used her nails to reach out, grab a piece of corn, and then retract them, picking up each piece with skill. It was impressive, but I couldn’t help wondering, Why would anyone keep their nails like that? Then, we went to pick up someone who was close to death. We took him around, visiting places to fulfill his final wishes. I found myself questioning, If he’s so close to death, shouldn’t he be resting in bed? Is it okay to take him on such a journey? He seemed rather energetic, too. Aside from traveling with him, we were filming his experiences at each location upon his request. He wanted specific scenes at each spot, different settings, and even matching songs. It was quite elaborate and exhausting. I started to wonder, Is he really at death’s door? But while editing the footage, I noticed that he no longer appeared near the end of the video. I asked my colleagues, and they told me he was nearing the end and couldn’t continue filming. Then it hit me: Oh, they really meant it when they said he was “almost gone.” 💡 #Interpretation: https://reurl.cc/ZVpo6a

【💤 #DreamJournal 】The Battle of Inner Spirits #Interpretation I dreamed that I seemed to be playing an online virtual game, with all sorts of cartoon-like characters appearing in front of me. Some were in color, while others were in black and white, and they were all fighting each other, going back and forth. Among them was a purple monster dressed in simple clothes, showing its upper body, a bit like a genie from Aladdin. It felt like we were collectively playing an online game, and I was just watching these cartoon characters and monsters battling each other in a 3D space. 💡 #Interpretation: https://reurl.cc/ey1o2W

【📔 Short Story - Ashan's Story】10-05 (by A-Shan) Near the Mid-Autumn Festival, the unit moved to the construction site on Taiwu Mountain to participate in the building of a power plant. This was a challenging task, as the entire plant was being constructed inside a granite cave on the mountain. The soldiers of the engineering company spent their days blasting rocks, digging tunnels, and hauling stones, often ending up covered in dust. The only upside was that staying inside the cave meant they didn’t have to worry about artillery attacks from the enemy during the day. However, the cave was damp, and their blankets would quickly become moist. As Ashan wrapped himself in what felt like a damp blanket, he couldn’t help but recall memories of the flooding back in his village and the warmth he felt when they received relief blankets from the Ministry of Defense. The past days in the military dependents' village played out in his mind like scenes from an old movie. 👇👇👇 📕 Read the rest: https://reurl.cc/8XdDQj 📕 Whole Collection: https://bit.ly/4aDgC

【💤 #DreamJournal 】The Workday After the Storm I dreamt I was taking the bus to work. When the bus arrived, I saw two older women running towards it, so I ran too. Just as they were almost there, the bus suddenly drove off. I thought that was so rude since we were so close! Another bus came soon after, but it stopped only briefly before taking off again. I was frustrated with these drivers and wanted to report them; they should have waited for us! Eventually, another bus arrived, but it wasn’t the one I needed. Then finally, the right bus showed up, and I got on. Outside, it turned into a stormy downpour, almost like a typhoon. I thought, “Wow, it’s really pouring!” Inside, I noticed a single plastic stool in the standing area, which felt a bit odd. I went over to sit, feeling somewhat awkward, and folded up my umbrella. The bus then reached the intersection at Dunhua North Road and Nanjing East Road, near the Breeze Center, and stopped for a red light. I thought, “My office is nearby!” Just then, someone asked the driver if they could get off, so I quickly followed, figuring I could save a part of my fare by walking one stop. I walked through the storm, passing many fallen trees. At the office, I found a bag on my desk. I thought, “This wasn’t here when I left yesterday!” I opened it to find someone had left me a bag of documents, some stationery, and a fat French baguette, which I started eating. The company’s “green tea girl” (someone who pretends to be nice but isn’t) was the new assistant. She looked a bit like the new assistant in *Emily in Paris*. I was assigned to train her, but she had that “green tea” attitude, so I didn’t want to teach her too much. As I ate my baguette, I noticed she had one too, a long, thin one. She mentioned that a colleague had made too many baguettes and brought them for everyone. Anyway, my thick baguette was pretty good. The company was offering a trip across 22 European countries as a sales reward, and I qualified, so I was thrilled. The secretary in the Singapore office was handling our visas. Everyone else got express visas, but for some reason, only I and two others received regular visas. I thought, “I need to contact the Singapore secretary to speed this up, or I’ll have to use regular lines for all 22 countries!” In the office, I needed to use the restroom, so I went to a small room where several colleagues sat in a cramped arrangement. Inside was a small office with a restroom. I squeezed through a gap to get in. The restroom was on a raised platform, but when I went in, I realized it was only semi-private, with half-height walls around the toilet. I thought, “Anyone can see who’s using it!” I almost decided not to use it, but a colleague said, “It’s fine, go ahead!” The toilet was stainless steel, and as soon as I sat down, it started tilting and spinning in all directions. 📕 Read the rest: https://reurl.cc/qvQneg

【💤 #DreamJournal 】Secrets within the Mooncakes #Interpretation I dreamed that there were four of us in college: me, an African American girl, an African American guy, and a white guy. We were all good friends, often hanging out together. I knew the white guy liked me. One day, we went to his apartment to chat and ended up staying late, continuing our conversation. He had a large double bed, but it wasn't enough for all four of us, so he brought in an extra single bed. We lay there, chatting happily, and eventually fell asleep. In the morning, we planned to go to the market together. The African American girl confided in me that she liked the African American guy and told me that the white guy liked me and was planning to confess. This white guy came from a wealthy family, but I came from a regular background, and I didn’t want anyone thinking I was interested in him for his money. The scene shifted, and I was working for a wealthy girl’s family business. I was waiting on the street with the white guy for our other friends to arrive. From a distance, I saw another white girl we knew coming our way. I wanted to pretend I hadn’t seen her, but she noticed me and came over enthusiastically. She asked what I was doing, and I told her I was working to earn some money. She seemed a bit surprised since she apparently worked on Wall Street and had that “wealthy” look about her. She noticed the luxury car next to me and asked if it was mine. I told her it wasn’t—it belonged to my friend. The white guy, wanting to protect me, opened the door and invited me inside. The girl was shocked, thinking, “Wait, aren’t you supposed to be poor? Why would he invite you into that car?” The car belonged to his family and had a chauffeur. Once I got in, this friend transformed into my husband in real life, and we were suddenly in a taxi driven by a Hong Kong driver. I was in the back seat, and my husband was sitting up front next to the driver. I wasn’t sure why he was in the front, but there he was. Then, I noticed two mooncakes with yolks stuck together on the back seat and exclaimed in surprise. I told the driver, “You have two mooncakes back here!” and he replied with an indifferent “Oh.” The mooncakes didn’t have a box. The driver said he’d eaten so many mooncakes he was sick of them, and he even showed me a stash of boxes under the windshield. He said he was practically sick from eating them. I asked what to do with them, and he said, “If you like them, you can have them!” I thought, “These mooncakes are a bit mysterious; who knows if they’re safe?” But they looked so beautiful and delicious, and they were even joined together as twin mooncakes. The more I looked, the more I wanted to eat them. I asked the driver, “Are you sure? Can I really eat one?” He replied, “If you like them, go ahead!” 👇👇👇 #Interpretation 📕 Read the rest: https://reurl.cc/Orlgg9

【💤 #DreamJournal 】The Hidden Heart In my dream, I had a boyfriend who was an assassin. We stayed at a friend’s house for a few days, but my boyfriend actually had a hidden motive—his mission was to kill this friend. Before carrying out the mission, he wanted to scout the place. However, the friend didn’t live in the house; instead, a caretaker was watching over it. So my boyfriend took the opportunity to secretly install surveillance equipment to monitor the house and track people coming and going. The interior of the house was quite modern, with many transparent partitions. My boyfriend installed a camera near a light switch, but then the caretaker came to turn off the lights, almost discovering it. My boyfriend quickly ran over and turned off the lights himself to avoid suspicion. When the weekend arrived, my boyfriend suggested to the young caretaker, “You can go out with friends. Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere, I’ll stay here and watch the house for you.” The caretaker hesitated, saying, “Really? It’s a whole weekend!” My boyfriend insisted, “It’s fine, go have fun—I’ll be here.” His real intention was to use this time to explore the house thoroughly. After the caretaker left, my boyfriend began walking around the house. But then a group of friends unexpectedly arrived, disrupting his plans. One little girl kept clinging to my boyfriend. At first, he was friendly and nice to her, but as she continued to follow him, he grew irritated. Until this point, I had been just an observer, watching things happen. But then, I became a participant—I went over to hold the little girl. My boyfriend was packing his things in a room, and the little girl kept bothering him, insisting that he hold her. My boyfriend seemed annoyed, so I walked into the room and said, “Let me hold her.” He thought she wouldn’t let go of him, but I said, “It’s okay, I’ll take care of it.” I picked her up, and she started crying intensely, still reaching out to my boyfriend. I could tell she was actually just tired and wanted to sleep but hadn’t managed to fall asleep, so she was getting fussy. I held her close, letting her rest on my shoulder as I slowly walked back and forth from the room to the living room, soothing her until she calmed down. From the living room, I could see friends chatting on the balcony. They invited me over to join them, but I noticed the balcony’s railing was a bit low. I worried that if the little girl suddenly woke up and squirmed, she could fall. So, I stayed indoors, carrying her as I walked around slowly. 👇👇👇 #Interpretation 📕 Read the rest: https://reurl.cc/nv92xX

【💤 #DreamJournal】Restoration and Renewal #Interpretation I dreamed that my company decided to close down and return the rented storefront to the landlord. Before handing back the property, I did an inspection and found that the lower frame of an aluminum window was missing, making the glass unsecured. I gave it a light push, and the whole glass pane fell and shattered. I thought, "This definitely needs to be fixed before returning the property to the landlord." It seemed connected to the neighbor's renovations, so I went to ask them to handle it. At the neighbor’s place, I saw they were also cleaning up, as they were ending their lease, too. I asked if they were nearly done, and they said they had already scheduled a handover with the landlord for the next day. I mentioned that we had the same handover date but that the aluminum window needed repairs. They came over to our storefront, saw the broken window and the shattered glass, and agreed it might be due to their renovations, offering to fix it. They asked if there were other issues, and I pointed out that a bathroom window had a similar problem—the lower half of the frame had blown away in a typhoon and needed repair, too. I asked if everything could still be ready for the handover tomorrow. The neighbor in charge, who resembled my former boss (someone strict in real life but surprisingly reasonable in the dream), agreed to speak to the renovation crew, saying it all needed to be handled before returning the property. Then, I found myself with colleagues, headed to a meeting with Ko Wen-je at the Taipei City Hall. After checking in, we met him in a waiting room, and then we all went to the city hall cafeteria to have pork knuckle rice (just like in my previous dream). He seemed in a great mood and asked how the property repairs were going. I assured him that once the windows were fixed, we could hand it back to the landlord. Ko nodded, and I suggested we meet again tomorrow to enjoy another pork knuckle lunch together. He agreed, and my colleague scheduled it for noon. I thought it might be busy at that time and suggested picking him up ten minutes early. Ko replied it was no problem—he would just wait in the lobby for us. Suddenly, a calendar appeared showing December 30, and I had a sense that I was part of Ko’s legal team, preparing to accompany him to court. After that, my colleagues and I returned to the office to meet with our boss, an elderly man, who urged us to handle Ko’s case quickly. We confirmed that we had set a meeting with Ko, and our boss kept emphasizing that we needed to wrap up the case soon, as it was very complex and required urgent attention. The scene shifted again, and two workers brought a mattress to me. They asked if I was handling Ko’s case, mentioning that my boyfriend had told them about it. As they moved the mattress in, they kept urging us to take good care of Ko’s case. I didn’t respond, just listened. 📕 Read the rest: https://reurl.cc/Ll8bq3

【💤 #DreamJournal 】A Taste Passed Through Generations #Interpretation I dreamed that my husband and I planned to take our daughter out for pork knuckles on Friday since she loves them, and they’re rich in collagen. When Friday arrived in the dream, my husband and I each held one of our young daughter’s hands, walking together. At a crossroads, a taxi pulled up, and my younger uncle happened to get out. Our whole family then walked forward hand in hand. The scene changed, and now it was my mom and me holding my daughter’s hands, while my husband got out of the taxi. In the dream, my daughter was crazy about pork knuckles. I even made a schedule listing all her favorite foods, planning meals around what she loves. I made sure to space out the pork knuckle meals, thinking it wouldn’t be good to have them too often. In the dream, I even asked myself, “Didn’t we just have pork knuckles not long ago? Why are we having them again today?” My mom was great at cooking pork knuckles in the dream, and our whole family loved them. I also thought to myself that I should find a time to braise pork knuckles myself—it’s economical and satisfying to make at home. 💡 #Interpretation: https://reurl.cc/Ll8bAa

【💤 #DreamJournal 】The Hidden Key #Interpretation I dreamed that I saw Bao Zheng (a famous historical judge). He suddenly seemed to experience some heart discomfort, and everyone rushed to support him. Then the scene shifted, and I found myself at the home of Quan Hongchan, a Chinese diving athlete. Since winning multiple diving gold medals at the Paris Olympics, crowds of local people had gathered outside her old family home every day. The sheer number of people disrupted their lives, so she had to install a large gate at the entrance. Previously, the gate was open, but now it’s closed. Even the local police came to keep the crowds outside. Quan Hongchan pleaded with the people not to come anymore. In my dream, I looked at her old family home. It was still the same house, where she lived humbly with her family. However, the entrance had this grand, Western-style brown gate that didn’t match the simple style of the house—it even seemed a bit out of place. With such a gate, I thought in the dream that she must have bought the surrounding land, which allowed her to build the gate and walls, making it necessary to close the gate to keep people out. I could understand why she needed to install the gate—without it, she and her family wouldn’t have any peace. Then the scene changed to what looked like an ancient government office, with many people there to file complaints. As for what they were complaining about, I couldn’t remember. Suddenly, numerous cases flashed before my eyes, running quickly through my vision. A voice told me that I needed a key. In an instant, an image of a key appeared before me. I took the key, and then the cases stopped flashing—I used the key to unlock a case, as if I were solving it. This cycle continued: the images would flash, stop, I’d take the key, the images would run again, stop, and I’d use the key to unlock another case. I thought to myself, “This part must be related to the earlier scenes with Bao Zheng and the government office.” Then a prosecutor appeared. I saw a large yellow tomato, and I put it into a small blue bowl that I often use. The tomato seemed very large. I tried to give this big tomato to the prosecutor, but he refused. He said he would rather leave and had no intention of staying, so there was no point in giving him the tomato. 💡 #Interpretation: https://reurl.cc/XR17e7