That was when I was studying in an international school. There was a pair of foreign twin girls in the school who participated in an international talent show and became very popular stars, and they were even more eye-catching in the school.
Today, they were going to a variety show, and for some reason I was dragged to accompany them by car.
The driver is their mother. The woman is a little fat, wearing a green floral jacket. She chats with her daughters in English while driving. She is a very cheerful and kind person.
On the way I saw a display panel with the scene of a car accident on it, and the green car was crushed to pieces.
As soon as my eyes were taken back from the display board, a large truck was approaching.
I woke up, I was the only one in the dormitory, got up and saw that the door was open, went out and met a girl in the same dormitory, a black girl with naturally curly hair tied into a ponytail and smiling brightly.
She said why I was sleeping all the time during the cultural festival, and then dragged me downstairs to go downstairs to eat.
There were a lot of people downstairs, so it was a big party of the whole school rather than a cultural festival.
When I was chatting with the girl in the same room, I met the twins. They were eating a pudding together, and they greeted us warmly when they saw us. I remembered that we were good friends.
Then I told them I dreamed that they were draft stars. Of course, the accident part was concealed.
The two of them laughed so much, their mother came over with the TV reporter while we were still chatting.
The lady said excitedly that the two of them had won the draft, and the TV station came directly to interview them.
The black girl grinned and said that I can still have omens.
In front of the camera, they began to be excited but confident to be interviewed, and then walked with reporters to introduce the school cultural festival. I watched them walk forward, and there was a huge exhibition board with a picture of being crushed by heavy objects. Bloody twins.
As soon as I looked back, I saw them walking towards the display board. I thought I should open my mouth to say something, but no, the display board fell down, and screams were heard all around.
I woke up.
Maybe a dream in a dream? I just feel that my head is heavy, my body is heavy, and I feel very tired.
I was the only one in the dormitory. There was no lively scene when I walked out the door. It was an ordinary and peaceful afternoon, and the leaves of the parasol trees were falling.
It should be a dream, the school did not have any cultural festival.
I packed up and prepared to go out for a walk. I received a call from the twins. They said that the results of the draft will be announced this afternoon. They are going to the TV station to record the show. They want to invite me together because they are good friends. will be less nervous.
I agreed and went to the school gate to wait for them. I think it is precisely because they have been studying for the draft that I have such a draft dream.
There was a commotion ahead, and I saw the twins walking towards me from the crowd, tall, with blond hair that seemed to reflect the sun, walking proudly, eclipsed everything they went, and even I wanted to bow my head immediately. Called ministers.
They held me happily, and their mothers were laughing very happily with me, and we got into the lady's green car.
I sat with them in the back, and in the front sat their mother and brother.
The school is in the suburbs, so we have to walk on a relatively desolate road. There are some plantations on both sides of the road, some are desolate and have a lot of weeds, and some are plowed neatly.
They were chatting in the car, and they were all very cheerful and kind people. I glanced out the window and saw something painted on a sign not far away. As I got closer and closer, I could see the content on it.
On a neatly plowed field, the twins, which were divided into many pieces, were planted in the soil, with fingers reaching to the sky and blood flowing down from it.
I realized something.
"Did you see what's on that display board?" I asked, and then another display board came up with the same content.
Everyone saw it, and the younger brother said, "The people in there are very similar to my sister."
I said that's your sister, I've seen it many times.
Mom suddenly went a little crazy, kept saying impossible, and then stomped hard on the gas, but nothing was chasing us.
I didn't know what to do, but I said "I don't know if it will help, but can we change the ending by trying to change the destination?"
Mom disagrees: "What if the change in trajectory caused that?!"
"Then let the time repeat itself." I said this subconsciously, and then finally reacted.
That dream and the dream within a dream are real. Not only those two dreams, but also thousands of "dreams" I have had, all of which are real. As soon as they die, I will go back to the past, a different node in the past, and then watch them die in a different way, and then go back to the past.
I can't save them, but their death will trigger my ability to go back in time. We can only be trapped in this ring.
When I fully realized this, the car also seemed to be caught in an infinite loop, driving forward without a destination, and at the same time a new display board would appear, each of which was blurred. Drawings of twins in different shapes.
I can only be stuck in this eternal and silent cycle.
So am I awake now?
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