Here’s the transcript of the dream:

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“There are two suns in the sky.”

My friend suddenly said to me.

“I know it’s hot right now, but anyone with a shred of common sense knows that’s impossible.”

I looked out the window and suddenly fell silent.

One of the suns was incredibly huge.

From a distance, it took up more than half the height of a building.

It was blindingly bright, making it completely impossible to look at directly.

The other sun hung dimly in its usual spot, looking like a mere shadow.

“Because this place is fake. All of this is fake.”

I didn’t say anything.

“This is a simulated environment. There are no real suns, just a looping display on an inner shell. One is responsible for emitting light and heat, while the other just maintains the original appearance.”

Somehow, I simply accepted this.

“Alright,” I shrugged, “by the way, my main quest right now is to take the subway to the beach to meet someone.”

The subway, well, or rather, the light rail, was much grander than I remembered. A giant sun hung in the background, making it look exceptionally imposing.

The train cars were also much larger than I recalled, looking more like mobile homes spliced together. Oh, right, there were even restrooms inside.

“You see, this entire environment is fake. The city you live in is the whole world.”

My friend pointed to a world map. I looked down and saw that the city map and the world map perfectly overlapped.

“So this is a miniature version of Earth?”

“Right. Surrounded by the sea on all sides. The city is an island.”

Once again, I accepted this very quickly. The massive sun outside glared so brightly I could barely keep my eyes open.

I arrived at the beach. I wasn’t exactly sure how I got off the train. Perhaps the beach had simply rushed toward me.

Calling it a beach was a stretch. It was more like a sand mountain.

The sand was soaked with seawater. It felt cool beneath my feet.

“Watch out!” the person I was supposed to meet shouted, pressing the launch button.

The rocket nosedived, plummeting into nowhere.

“Where did it go?” he asked.

“I don’t know.”

Well, time for me to go home.

I returned to my cabinet, or closet. It was so cramped that I had to leave the door open, sitting on the shelf with my legs dangling outside.

“They say I’m a defective product of a failed evolution,” the rocket scientist muttered, sitting next to me. “Ever since the day I learned junior languages, they’ve been targeting me.”

Then fight back.

The colossal sun kept shining in its endless loop.