On Sunday afternoon, after I sent Xiaotuan to my parents’ house, I made up an excuse at random, walked out and drove straight to a psychotherapy center.

This is a clinic run by Germans and has been in Kunming for a long time. Its name is traum, which means dream. Because I am often troubled by dreams, this physiotherapy center is undoubtedly my best choice.

The door of the clinic was open, and I walked in. The decoration style inside was very avant-garde, and the bold and confusing colors made me feel a little dizzy. Just like its name: Dreamland. This strange environment gave me a sense of security.

feel.

The person who came up to greet me was a Chinese man. He asked me: "Hello, sir, is there anything I can do for you?" I explained my purpose to him, and he led me into the waiting room here.

, and asked me to fill out a questionnaire. I looked at it and found that it contained some simple daily questions, such as the quality of my sleep.

The staff member looked at me and smiled and said: "Hello sir, please sit here for a moment. Our attending doctor will be here soon."

It took me less than ten minutes to fill out the questionnaire. I had nothing to do, so I wandered around the room. The reception room was surrounded by white walls, and there were some paintings hanging on them that were difficult for ordinary people to understand. I recognized them.

Several of them were works by the surrealist painter Salvador Dali. I walked to one of the paintings and stopped to look at it.

The painting is a wrinkled book, and in the middle of the book is a woman with wings holding a baby. I was more or less familiar with the paintings of Picasso and Dali before. When I got closer and took a closer look at her appearance, I suddenly felt...

I broke out in a cold sweat. Why did she look so similar to my wife? The woman seemed to raise her head and look at me. In the hazy state, I heard another voice...

"Lazy guy, get up quickly. I'm going to cook. Xiaotuan is in high spirits."

I looked at Xiaotuan, who was stumbling around, and hurriedly stood up to support the little guy. Xiaotuan kept repeating only a few words in his mouth: "Daddy, daddy..." I glanced at my wife, and she said no again.

Feeling uncomfortable, I quickly made a cup of hot tea, hoping to clear my head.

When the food was served, I sat across from Yifang and looked at her intently. Yifang looked at me in surprise and asked: "What's wrong? Doesn't it look good if I cut my hair short?" "I like you with short hair. It feels like you are back."

When it comes to our first love." I smiled slightly and said this unknowingly.

"Lazy idiot! You hate it." She sat down next to me and held my hands and started acting coquettishly. We started talking about the past events from our first love in the third grade of junior high school to the present. Being silent in the past, I had completely forgotten that kind of thing.

An uncomfortable feeling.

Suddenly, a burst of crying brought us back from our memories. I looked towards the living room. Xiaotuan knocked over my tea and poured boiling water on his feet. My wife and I rushed over and took off his clothes.

Pants and shoes, carry them towards the cold water pipe.

After a simple treatment, Yifang and I took our son to the children's hospital. We sat at the door of the clinic, listening to the child's cry, and I hammered my head in frustration, blaming myself for my carelessness.

"Hey, man!"

A strange voice woke me up, and in front of me was a semi-bald foreigner. He looked at me with a smile. I quickly looked at the painting on the wall, and found that the woman looked nothing like her. She didn't even look like one.

I can't even see my face clearly.

"Hello, I'm the psychotherapist here, my name is Pete, you can call me Lao Pi," he said.

A German man spoke fluent Mandarin in front of me. I was so surprised that I slowly forgot what happened in my dream just now.

He handed me a glass of water, and after a few simple greetings, he introduced his resume to me. Lao Pi graduated from the Swiss Federal Institute of Technology, where he majored in psychology, and received a doctorate from their school.

After graduation, I began to study the connection between human memory, dreams, and the subconscious. After moving to China, I have stayed in Kunming for twenty-three years.

There was a strong sense of pride in Lao Pi's words. According to him, there might not be any psychological problem in the world that he couldn't overcome. He reassured me that if his physical therapy had no effect, he would never charge me a cent.

Money, and revealed a piece of information to me: What he likes most is studying dreams, but this requires a suitable dream carrier. When he heard his assistant told me about my situation, he immediately dropped all the work in his hands.

See me. I sat across from him, feeling like a guinea pig waiting for an experiment.

We started a formal conversation. I told him about my situation, and then focused on describing to him the story that happened at the zoo yesterday. He was fascinated by it, as if he was listening to a poignant fairy tale. It seemed that he listened to every word I said.

Believe it, and write it down with a pen on the paper in front of you from time to time.

After the conversation, Lao Pi didn't express any other opinions except expressing his regret to me. He just told me that if I dreamed of any new stories, I must inform him as soon as possible, pay attention to my daily diet, and ask me to tell him every Sunday.

fixed to his clinic.

Lao Pi seemed to have known that I would say all this, or he had met patients with the same symptoms as me before. As a normal person, he didn't show any surprise after hearing me describe this strange thing.

Just showing curiosity.

After a series of routine examinations, I walked out of the clinic with a deep sense of loss.

After picking up Xiaotuan, we dragged our tired bodies back home. After playing for a whole day, Xiaotuan fell asleep when he got home. I poured a basin of hot water and brought it to the bedside, took off the child's clothes and pants, and

I was about to wipe his body when I inadvertently glanced at Xiaotuan's feet from the corner of my eye. I was surprised to find a small scar on his foot. The wrinkled skin made it clear: it was a burn scar.

I hurriedly called my parents and asked them what was wrong with Xiaotuan's feet. The father on the other end of the phone asked me to have a good rest and didn't say anything else. After my repeated questioning, my mother took the phone in tears and said:

"My child, wasn't that when Xiao Tuan was scalded by your tea when he was two years old? Is there really nothing wrong with you, Zhou Yao? Your parents will come to stay with you tomorrow. You have a good rest and don't think too much!"

I hurriedly explained that I had forgotten the location of the scar. With my comfort, my parents finally hung up the phone.

At this time, the boundless night fell again. I slumped on the sofa, closed my eyes tightly and recalled everything that happened today, because only I knew that all of this just happened in my dream, but why would the real world also do this?

Make a change? All logic cannot explain it. After thinking about it, I finally came to the conclusion that I have suffered from severe amnesia or some kind of mental illness!

I was suddenly afraid of sleep and the nightmares that troubled me. I sat on the sofa and started smoking one cigarette after another, hoping that nicotine would really wake me up.
Chapter completed!