My name was Tang Yue, though I also went by Qian Renyue. I belonged to another time and space, another world.
Through a chance encounter, I had found my way to the Douluo Continent, but only after waking did I realize it had been nothing more than a brief yet complicated dream.
In that dream, I had fallen in love with someone, so deeply that even long after waking, I couldn't pull myself together or give my work my full attention. I wrote my experiences into a short story, and one day, I received a comment.
"Hello, are you A Yue, the author of 'Dream Wake'?"
Looking at the comment beneath my column, I typed a reply.
"Yes."
Then the other person stopped responding.
At first, I didn't think much of it. I simply shut down my computer and got ready for bed.
Every night before falling asleep, I wondered whether I would go to that world again, whether I would see the people there once more.
But the truth was, I was getting ahead of myself.
When I opened my eyes the next morning, the same familiar ceiling greeted me.
I lay in bed staring at the ceiling for quite a while before slowly getting up, dressing, washing up, and heading out to work.
Life in the twenty-fourth century was as busy and dull as ever.
Sitting at my desk, I looked at my overwhelming workload and felt myself growing drowsy.
Unfortunately, no matter how many times I drifted into the land of dreams, I never dreamed of him again.
Everything had felt so real. It had all felt like something I'd experienced firsthand. How could it have been a dream?
It puzzled me, so I opened my browser and searched Baidu for everything about dreams.
I met