"I should go back to work tomorrow." Having looked at the vast amount of information on the computer, Gao Ming really didn't feel like he was suited to be a teacher. With his current state, he was worried he might drive his students insane.
"Aside from being a teacher, what else am I suited for? I remember that in the nightmare, I wasn't a teacher. Maybe pursuing the same profession as in my nightmare could help me recall some things." After waking up, the more people Gao Ming met in reality, the further away he felt from the memories of his nightmare. He was afraid that one day, he would completely forget the experience of that nightmare.
It was hard to believe; even though the nightmare was filled with death and horror, Gao Ming was reluctant to let go of those memories.
"Perhaps it's because I never had to worry about money in that dream," he thought.
After tidying up the kitchen, Gao Ming returned to the living room.
