I had a very strange dream last night. I usually forget them quickly, so while I still remember, I hurriedly wrote it down.

The dream is probably about a high school classmate who looks a lot like Wu Bai, and has very long hair. His name is Yuan Fei, and I jokingly teased him that his name is very fitting for this experiment.
He became a guinea pig for a government technology experiment, which required him to quickly travel through time and sign a life-and-death agreement, and he signed it without hesitation. At that time, I was right beside him and greatly admired his courage while also feeling regret for him, because I thought he was undoubtedly going to die. I saw that machine, which was similar to a rice cooker, and the inner chamber spun at super high speeds to reach light-speed levels in order to travel through time and space.

The experiment suddenly ended, and I thought my classmate Wu Bai was definitely doomed. Suddenly, some lab personnel in white coats said he was still alive, having survived in the rapidly spinning rice cooker—a miracle. The lab personnel immediately moved to a separate medical room nearby. I made a joke about the separation because this medical room was almost transparent; anyone could come and go freely, and there were other rooms nearby, separated only by transparent plastic. My classmate had a few band-aids on his face and was wrapped in bandages on his hands and feet, saying he felt dizzy, couldn't keep water down, and had no appetite to eat.
It can be said that surviving a great disaster means there will be future blessings. I believe that this kind of revolutionary innovation will lead to significant benefits. Classmate Wu Bai and I went to talk to the person in charge of the experiment about the benefits we didn’t get for not dying. The person in charge hesitated and said it might just be an additional five points on the college entrance exam... And we would need to let students say some prepared scripts in front of the media, praising various high-tech things... Hearing this made me very angry. I thought, we finished the college entrance exam over a decade ago, who would these five points go to? Let’s be realistic. I said what we need is five million, since it aligns with my classmate's nickname. Five million should be a small amount, and we should also arrange a position for an expert in this area. In other words, we want money and status. The person in charge said they would report it upwards.
Then my air conditioner was quite cold, so I woke up and wanted to continue sleeping to see how the feedback was. I can't let a dream be just an illusion; I am so obsessed with dreams.