我曾多次梦到陆海,每次梦到他,都以为那是最后一次梦到了。因为他在我的梦里没有一次能逃过死神,要不就是被淹死,要不就是从十几层的地方摔下来死掉,或者莫名其妙、七窍流血地死掉,无一不是死。然后我会尖叫着醒来,发现自己大汗淋漓,几乎能弄湿薄薄的毯子。天还没有亮,月亮不知跑到哪里去了,稀拉的几粒星辰被丢下,却照不亮被吓坏了的屋子。门口的路灯坏 I have repeatedly dream land and sea, every time I dream of him, thought it was the last time I dreamed. For once in my dream he had not been able to escape death, or drowned, or fell from a dozen layers to die or inexplicably, and the seven orbs died in a bloody death. Then I woke up screaming and found myself sweating, almost wetting a thin blanket. The sky is not bright, the moon I do not know where to go, a few drops of thin stars were dropped, but still did not shine was frightened of the house. The street lights are bad