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It is said that what you think about during the day, you will dream of at night.

It is said that dreams are the subconscious, the longing buried deep within the human heart.

It is said that by interpreting dreams, one can foresee misfortune and blessing.

It is said that dreams are another parallel world, truly existing.

Stone Fei had no desire to know any of this. All he wanted was to sleep.

In his own apartment in Chunhua Neighborhood.

With a crisp snap, Stone Fei switched off the bedroom light, tossed his phone aside, and settled down to sleep.

The phone showed it was just past nine o’clock; tonight, he intended to go to bed early.

Last night he’d had a dream where he seemed to be a foreigner, and before he could figure out what was happening, a turtle-man with a steel trident stabbed him to death.

Yes, a turtle that resembled a man, skin gleaming green, sporting a red mask.

Frankly, it was downright bizarre.

Utterly bewildered, Stone Fei hadn’t even figured out how to use the gun in his hand or whether to release the safety before the turtle-man came at him with his trident.

Everything went black, and he woke from the dream.

Glancing at the time, he saw it was only a little after three in the morning.

Still hours before dawn.

Afterwards, he tossed and turned, unable to fall back asleep.

Not until six o’clock did he finally feel a touch of drowsiness.

But just as he dozed off, the alarm went off. There was nothing he could do but drag himself to work.

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