Red opened his eyes and gasped. The first thing he saw was the ground, and he tasted the dirt in his mouth. He was sleeping on the ground, face down. Only then did he remember that he had never reached the straw bed.
He flipped around, looking at the unfamiliar ceiling. His eyes blinked a few times, trying to recall what he experienced just now. He returned to where he collapsed. That confirmed that what he had just experienced was a dream.
"Is it really a dream?"
It was vivid, and he remembered the skills. Surprisingly, he remembered everything. He was about to recall the last moment, the last performance, the spear play. He didn't need to recall it, as something jolted in his head and throbbed. It felt like a needle pricked his head, right above his head.
