slander

In my dream, I was a little girl participating in a competition. A young girl, to be more precise. Young, and only invited by the organizers.

The activity is to let participants find what they are most familiar with and best at in a limited area (?)

I found a fortress ant nest, which is the part of the nest that's exposed above the ground and looks like a castle. A man followed me and blocked me in a dead end inside the nest.

After I found the ant nest, I used my ID card to scan the code left by the organizer on the ant nest. This ant nest became my trophy.

The man originally wanted to get something for nothing and said that he found the ant nest. He and I arrived here one after the other, but I was quick to confirm who owned the ant nest.

He was furious that he hadn't taken my spoils, and I was cornered by him, realizing that if I didn't do something I would die.

I don't remember how I escaped afterwards, but I reported it to the organizer and kept video evidence.

The man kept quibbling and saying that he was one of the top 100 up-loaders and that it was impossible for him to be interested in an unknown little girl. He said that I was his crazy fan, a blackened fan who would destroy me if I couldn't get him.

I exposed his lies one by one.

Then I started to have flashbacks. For example, I wasn't really a little girl, and in my past life, this little girl was really harmed by this man.

She and three other people were tied up and thrown into a car, which was set on fire. The other three people died, but she was lucky enough to burn the ropes that tied her and escaped, still breathing.

However, he suffered first-degree burns all over his body. After he woke up and identified the man as the murderer, he could not hold on and died.

That man was still making excuses and slandering the little girl just like he is now.

This case has been going on for many years and still has no result.

I was attracted by the little girl's resentment and decided to help her get through this difficult time.

So time went backwards and I came to the time before the little girl got into trouble. I don’t know what happened to the man this time because I was woken up by my mother.

My mother’s sharp comment: Why do you act like a savior in your dreams every day?