Probably when I was in my third year of junior high school, I dreamed that I came to a white room with many beds lined up neatly, like that kind of hospital has a large collective ward, and there are many other people in the room, I can't see clearly. Their faces, I don't know how many people there are, but I'm sure they don't know each other. Then a person who looks like the person in charge came. He said that we were a group of sixteen people, two of them were "bad people", "bad people" " will keep killing other people, and other people will find these two "bad guys", otherwise the killing will continue. I was scared and left the room on the pretext that I was going to the toilet, then the dream ended, they seemed to say something but couldn't remember, and then I woke up.
Then, after about two months or more, one day I dreamed that I was back in the white room again. It was the same scene, but there were fewer people. They said there were only eight people left, and they asked me how to leave. for so long...
The dream was not remembered until they had finished asking this sentence, but it was clear that the two dreams were indeed consecutive, even if they spanned several months.
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