03ㅣStrange Dream
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Having waited for quite some time, my body was already exhausted. Suddenly, my mind started working, and my head started to hurt. I collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep. I knew I was going to dream, my body trembling slightly.
I fell into a light sleep, and a few hours later, I fell into a deep sleep. Then, my boyfriend stood before me. Of course, even that was just a dream, a subconscious dream. But I approached him and asked him.
“Hey, where have you been?”
“What happened? What happened?”
The answer I got was silence. Whenever I spoke, my mouth remained tightly shut, as if a thorn were growing in it. I grew frustrated with my boyfriend, and even raised my voice, but he paid no attention. At first, I was frustrated and irritated by his constant silence, but now I was on the verge of tears and clinging to him.
"Please, just say something, anything," I pleaded, clutching onto his leg and sobbing. But his gaze was cold. Not only was it emotionless, it was like a doll, completely absent. And to top it all off, his warmth was cold. It was so cold I couldn't tell if I was touching my boyfriend or a mannequin.
I collapsed on the floor, feeling empty. Knowing my boyfriend would never open his mouth in the dream, I simply waited for him to wake up. How much time had passed? Usually, time seemed to pass quickly in dreams, but in this dream, even the time felt vivid.
“6:32.”
Suddenly, my boyfriend spoke. I awoke from my dream, my bed drenched in cold sweat. I glanced unconsciously at the desk clock on the TV table in front of the bed. It read 6:32. I flinched in surprise. The exact time my boyfriend had mentioned in my dream was recorded.
Perhaps this could be a clue to finding my boyfriend's killer? What on earth does 6:32 mean? I want to relieve my brother's pain. Many thoughts raced through my mind, and my mind became tangled again. I quickly took out a notebook and pen and began scribbling down various hypotheses.
But no matter what the hypothesis, the only one I could pinpoint was "murder." At the heart of every theory was murder. What on earth happened? What exactly was this strange dream? Was it a simple dream I could just ignore, or was my boyfriend, still alive, approaching me, the person I trusted most, through a dream, in order to catch the culprit? Questions abounded.