[Net King] Extreme day

When the teacher first wrote the word "jiri" on the blackboard, I knew it was my vocabulary.

I live in a place where extreme daylight does not occur. This city is black and white, and people's work and rest are as ordinary as they get up early and return late.

Polar day only occurs in the Antarctic and the North Pole, which is the far side of the earth that I can't reach in my life.So I haven't seen a real polar day, and I don't know the 24-hour daytime scene, it's all based on imagination.

Sometimes, I wish that "her" was also a figment of my imagination.

Everyone dreams, and dreams are dreams precisely because they are not real.You will feel very tired the moment you wake up from the dream, that is because you haven't been able to distinguish the real dream from the fake in time.Once you realize that you are just dreaming, your mind will clear up immediately, because it is not real, so there is no need to remember or worry about it, just stretch your back and forget about it.

But what if one day you can no longer tell real from fake?

...then it will become like me.

Getting up in the morning and going to bed at night, I have the same physiological mechanism as all ordinary people.People dream and I dream, and people wake up and I wake up, the only difference is that my dream is not interrupted by waking up, it continues, it goes on and on.

If the dream came to reality, would you still believe that you were dreaming?Dreams should appear in the silent night, quietly, without leaving a trace, except that they only get into your bed when you are asleep, attach to your bedside, and walk under the bed where you can't see your fingers.

And my dreams come and go in broad daylight.Where you are used to it, where you can see it everywhere, where you think it is real and does exist, where you believe and are reliable.

I don't remember when I was, but different people always appeared in my dreams and spoke to me.

These unknown people, whom I have never met, are always talking about themselves, as if they are real. They will talk about their families, their careers, their hobbies and even privacy.

They seem to hope that I can do something for them, or want some comfort from me, but when I try to respond, I find that they can't hear me at all, they just keep talking and talking, endless up.

When I was just in elementary school, a little boy about my age disappeared from my neighborhood.The picture of the boy was shown on the TV news, and he appeared in my dream that night.

Train, train, boom, boom.

He kept repeating this sentence in his dream.

A few days later, police found the boy's body on the railway tracks near the school.News footage showed police officers carrying away the boy's body, which had been crushed to pieces by the train because he was so small that no one on the train even noticed the accident had happened.

Of course I didn't tell anyone about the dream, I guess it was just a coincidence.However, the same thing started happening one after another after that.

I started seeing the people I had seen in my dreams in newspapers or on TV, most of them died either in accidents or crimes.

What they described in their dreams was often exactly what was reported in the news, how many children they had, where they lived, whether they were robbed or hit by a car.They don't appear in a horrible after death, but in the same image as the photos released in the news, which is probably the biggest reason why I didn't get scared out of my mind.

They will disappear by themselves after appearing for a while, but occasionally there are some who are stubborn and refuse to go.An uncle said that he would call his wife no matter what, and told his wife that he could not go back for dinner.He clearly reported his home phone number in his dream, and he had to read it several times almost every night until I had to remember the number.

Although I also thought it was funny, I still tried to dial the number read by the uncle while my parents were not at home.

If there was a message like "the number you dialed is empty" on the other end of the phone, maybe I could put down the phone and go out to play, and I will be an ordinary kid happily ever after.However, there were several "beep...beep...beep..." from the other end of the phone until a woman actually picked up the call.

I repeated what the uncle wanted to tell his wife, and there was a silence, followed by a hysterical curse.

Things got a little out of hand later, because I was scolded and cried by the uncle's wife, and I was seen by my parents who just returned home.They took the phone to ask what happened, and the uncle's wife said that I even joked about my dead husband's death, and found a phone to call their house to play a prank, saying that I was a heinous bastard.

In this way, my parents who hung up the phone scolded me again. I cried until late at night that day, and I curled up in a corner and fell asleep when I was exhausted.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't expect it to become like this..."

In the dream that night, the uncle came to apologize to me.While saying sorry, he said that he would never show up again.He never really showed up after that.

My mother came to me again the next morning and asked me the reason carefully. She asked me if I was trying to play a prank.I thought about how to answer. If I told my mother that the uncle actually came to apologize to me in my dream last night, she would definitely faint from shock.

So, I decided it was better not to say anything.

Yes, it was just a prank.

If you lie like this, no one will scold me, hate me, or find me strange.

Yes, it's hard to pretend to be like everyone else.You need to pretend that you are awake, that you woke up from a sweet dream, that you are stretched and ready to start your day.

I wondered if I was possessed by something weird, and I wondered if I was a witch or a psychic, but everyone around me was normal, and my parents were just normal I'm just an office worker, so no matter how you look at it, I don't look like one of those powerful-sounding characters.

It has nothing to do with those mysterious and weird things.Yes, I'm just an ordinary, ordinary kind of unlucky person.

The truth is, you can resume normal life only when you, too, are fooled by yourself.

I began to learn to ignore those people who appeared in my dreams. I didn't read the news or newspapers, lest those people come into my dreams again.

No matter what they say or do, I have the right to act as if it didn't happen and I didn't see it.

I closed myself, protected myself, and spent my primary school years safely in this way.

However, after entering middle school, my dream continued.I often stare blankly at the unfamiliar and familiar faces in the history textbooks. I often look up at the teacher writing on the blackboard, and then look down at the faces in the textbooks that appeared in my dreams last night.

I am Extreme Day.There is no distinction between black and white in my world, which side is reality?Where is the dream?I'll never be able to tell the difference.

Maybe I'm having a long dream, maybe I never wake up from that dream, so I don't wake up, I don't fall asleep, I don't have a day, I don't have a night, 24 hours is never for me any difference.

I live in the darkest day I've ever seen.

Or, this is the polar day that only "her" and I can see.

The author has something to say: Note: [Polar day] is also called eternal day or midnight sun. It is a phenomenon that the sun is above the horizon in the two poles of the earth within a day, that is, it is daytime 24 hours a day.