Nightmare?

The reason I say "almost" is because Yue Yuan himself couldn't remember which night he didn't dream; it did seem like there was a night when he didn't dream at all.

The recurring dreams that lasted for almost a month made Yue Yuan start to suspect that something was wrong with him. At first, he didn't pay much attention to it, after all, everyone dreams, more or less. But as the frequency and number of dreams increased, Yue Yuan began to wonder if it was because he was too tired. He knew that being mentally exhausted or depleted made it easier to have memorable dreams, like those hazy dreams where he felt completely tired after waking up.

However, after noticing that he was having recurring dreams, he became very careful about his sleep schedule, but he didn't expect that even with a normal sleep schedule, he would still have dreams every night.

This puzzled him even more, and for the first time, he began to consider what his recent dreams were all about. He discovered that he still remembered the details of dreams from many days ago, and they seemed to be becoming increasingly vivid.

At first, he would forget half of the dreams he had at night when he woke up in the morning, and only remember the last part. Later, as time went on, Yue Yuan's memory of his dreams became clearer and clearer, to the point that he remembered even the details of each dream.

"Will I keep having dreams tonight?"

Before going to sleep that night, Yue Yuan pondered for a moment and felt that it was highly likely.

Because of this mindset before going to sleep, he subconsciously reminded himself that if he were to have another dream, he must understand that it was a dream.

Yes, Yue Yuan didn't want to be fooled by those absurd things in his dreams. Before going to sleep, he subconsciously told himself that if he saw anything abnormal or contrasting again, he should remind himself that it must be a dream.

With these thoughts in mind, Yue Yuan gradually fell asleep.

Just as he expected, shortly after falling asleep, his dream began again, and this time it was a continuation of the previous one. Yue Yuan had never encountered this situation before, and of course, he was unaware that he was dreaming while in the dream.

This time, as soon as he entered the dream, he saw himself from a third-person perspective, the same person he was before he woke up last time, listening to the melodious piano music in the lakeside pavilion.

The melodious and moving music seemed perfectly suited to the tranquil lake environment. Yue Yuan looked at himself leaning against the bench in the pavilion, enjoying himself immensely, as if he had found a kindred spirit amidst the flowing water and towering mountains.

"Why do I look like a bohemian? It's kind of funny!" Seeing himself like this, Yue Yuan had a different kind of mental activity for the first time in his dream.

"Huh? Am I thinking about myself? If not just now, and I'm thinking now, then why isn't the 'me' in the pavilion keeping up with my thoughts? He's still listening to music. No, no, he is me. Yes, yes, I'm listening to music. I should be thinking about the enjoyment of music. That must be it." Yue Yuan sensed something was wrong, but his subconscious hypnotized himself again.

Just then, the melodious piano music seemed to change direction, becoming gentle and melodious. Combined with the soft moonlight and gentle breeze, it gave people a feeling as if the earth was shrouded in a soft and mysterious mist, like a dream.

However, just as Yue Yuan was about to immerse himself in appreciating the gentle sound, suddenly, the zither strings plucked a sharp clang, and then Yue Yuan heard a series of discordant notes in addition to the original sound.

The strings trembled violently, their noise urgent and restless; the lake trembled violently, its calm surface instantly turning into a raging torrent; the sky trembled violently as the idle clouds scattered and were quickly enveloped in darkness.

Dark clouds, lightning, and thunder followed, and Yue Yuan felt a sense of fear from the might of the heavens.

But within this extremely intense melody, another musical image slowly emerges: a low, majestic gust of wind. It lingers, searching for a gap between thunder, lightning, electric dragons, and dark clouds. Finally, it leaps up, using the dominant melody of the piece, transforming into a gigantic tornado, rushing towards the dark clouds heavier than mountains.

In that instant, Yue Yuan felt uncomfortable, as if all the ugliness had receded, and the moonlight, the clear radiance, the brightness, and the tenderness had returned.

"That's it? That's it?" Yue Yuan subconsciously uttered two words of contempt for the scene of lightning, thunder, and raging waves. He felt that this little bit of stuff couldn't scare him at all.

"Wait, something's not right. There's nothing contradictory or strange about it. I don't see any contrast with the old wooden windows and luxurious brick walls I saw before. How am I supposed to tell the difference? Oh, could this not be a dream, but reality? Hmm, that must be it, otherwise how could I have found no flaws?" Yue Yuan thought to himself, feeling smug, believing he had found the truth.

"Wait a minute, this scene seems to change according to my will!" Suddenly, Yue Yuan subconsciously realized something was wrong. It seemed that the series of changes just now were not natural, but changed according to his thoughts or subconscious activities.

But how can reality change according to people's thinking?

"Could this be a dream? Am I dreaming?!"

"If this is a dream, then can I do this?"

Yue Yuan subconsciously thought: If this is really a dream, then can I fly?

Flying has always been a dream of humankind. To be able to soar through the sky like a bird is a dream for almost everyone on Earth. If you want to do it, do it.

Yue Yuan began to subconsciously tell himself, "I can fly. I'm in a dream, and I'm in control of everything in my dream. If I say I can fly, then I can fly!"

Thinking this, he actually controlled his body and gradually floated up.

"Haha, it really works! It really is a dream! Watch me fly over the lake, watch me fly into the sky, I'm going to fly to the moon! Chang'e Flies to the Moon flying to the moon, this is me!" Yue Yuan thought excitedly, and then tried his best to float over the lake and even fly to the moon in the sky.

However, when he left the pavilion and floated onto the lake, he found that he seemed to be falling.

"Damn Gravity! You think mere Gravity can stop me? Heh, watch me fly!" Realizing he was falling into the lake, Yue Yuan mustered all his strength to rise, though he didn't know how he managed it.

But after rising only a short while, he continued to fall, finally about to touch the lake surface. Yue Yuan's subconscious seemed to find a reasonable explanation for making him fly again, and so Yue Yuan saw himself suddenly soaring into the air, getting higher and higher.

"Sure enough, haha, I'm in charge in my dreams!" Seeing himself fly from Third-Person Perspective, Yue Yuan became excited, but his excitement was short-lived as his subconscious reminded him again, "Wait a minute, if I know I'm dreaming, then what does this dream mean? Is it a continuation of the previous dream? Why is that?"

"What is the meaning of this dream? And why would I have such a dream? Why would I have a dream like a TV series?" Yue Yuan asked himself in the dream, but unfortunately, no one could answer him in the dream.

"Now that I know I'm dreaming, can I wake up?" Suddenly, Yue Yuan had a whimsical idea. He felt that he should be able to wake up, since he thought he was just having an ordinary dream and it had nothing to do with Inception.