ChatGPT: vivid, tedious, fragile, wander, greed
나:
I never have vivid memories of my dreams. I feel like I don't dream. If there is a dreamland for each of us, mine would be barren, silent, and deserted.
But that was until yesterday. I woke up this morning, screaming, trembling, my body so tense that every muscle hurt. Ever since my eyes met his in last night's dream, I have felt so fragile and vulnerable.
He was walking in my dream. Walking toward me. At first, it was not obvious that his path had a direction because he somewhat zigzagged across the street. But as I glanced at him, it soon became clear that he was not wandering, strolling by the lively restaurant neighborhood, breathing in the jubilant air and music. He had no business in that.
He was pursuing me. Targeting me. And I could sense his motive. Pure greed. He wanted me—as his next game. And he would go the extra mile to get me. He would be relentless in his chase. No journey would be too tedious to stop him. No struggle with the lowliest punks would drive him away. He just would not give up. Our eyes locked. He sped up—started sprinting.
That's when I woke up.