When will you have the idea of "this can be made into a movie"?

I had a dream before. It was scary and a little long. Let me explain in detail:

In my dream, I am a middle-aged uncle. My best friend is a very successful man, with a happy marriage and family, and a very good person. I have a clever daughter, but her daughter accidentally fell off the balcony and died. My friend was very sad and broke down. As his best friend, I initiated my daily friends to climb mountains to distract him. It's settled about going out to play.

Later, we went to an unknown mountain. There were about six or seven people in the group. The sky was clear in Wan Li, and the weather began to change as we crawled. Afraid of rain, we hurried to the top of the mountain, because it was almost there, and then we saw a big house not far from the top of the mountain, which was one of those old white walls with blue tiles, but the white walls were not white, dirty and covered with moss, but the front door was clean and obviously inhabited, so I knocked at the door, and then an old man opened the door and entered the house. I can only go to see the old man alone. When we asked if we could borrow a place to shelter from the rain, the old man couldn't speak clearly and his voice was purring, but I heard it clearly in my dream and he agreed. So we went into the house, took a few steps, and found that he was not the only one in the house, and the light was still on. We just entered, and it was a spacious hall-style living room, similar to a stage, antique and unforgettable. On the stage sat a very old mother-in-law, dressed in bright yellow, just like the kind worn by the Empress Dowager Lafayette, but very old, feeling covered with a layer of gray, expressionless, pale and her mouth turned up.

Then, the old man walking in front of us suddenly urged us to hurry up, so we followed him. It is meaningful to walk along the promenade and pass by the yard, but strangely, all the plants wither in summer, with no green leaves, only bare branches. From time to time, I met some people, men and women, old and young, with different styles of dress. From the first time I saw them to the time I looked back at them, they stood in the same place all the time, except that their heads would turn with our walking, and the rest of their bodies would not move. I suddenly felt a little strange, so I took a closer look at their faces and found that they were all dead white, gray eyes and black lips. I suddenly turned around. I found his walking posture very strange. I feel that his knee and ankle joints are too stiff, so he walks with the whole leg. As you can imagine, he just walked straight to his knees, causing his shoulders to swing up and down. I didn't find it because he left quickly before. I don't know why he walked faster and faster, so I saw it. I stopped to catch someone else, and my voice was almost as trembling as that of the old man. Then I heard a dry and sharp laugh. When I turned around, I suddenly found that the old man was also a dead man, but there was no expression in front of him. Now his gray mouth is wide open and sad. We finally got scared and turned and ran. I ran at the end and my friend ran at the front. Suddenly, the person in front stopped. I looked forward and saw that the old man was already in front of us. He smiled again and felt successful.

I trembled nervously, thinking I couldn't die here. Some girls are crying, and I am about to cry. Later, the old man asked us to follow him, and we had no choice but to do so, because we found that the surrounding scenery changed and the road changed.

Suddenly out of the house, I came outside and found that it seemed to be the top of the mountain, and rows of green tea seemed to be on a tea mountain, carefully walking behind the old man. There came a man with a hoe, dressed as a farmer, as if he had just returned from the field. He greeted the old man cordially and chatted. The old man turned to look at us as if to warn us not to wander around. I noticed rows of tea leaves around me. Suddenly, I heard a voice telling me to hurry back to the house to find the door and run down the hill. Otherwise it will be too late. I don't know why. I looked up at the farmer and found him looking at me, too. I don't know why it feels like his voice, but no one seems to hear it except me. I think that farmer's face is normal! ! Limbs are also very flexible, just like normal people. Without thinking, I told others to stay with me after a while. I know how to get out, so I took my best friend by the hand and ran into the house. This is really a run. Strangely enough, I seemed to know the structure of the house and found the original road at once. I turned around happily to comfort my good friend. I found that it was not me who was holding him, but another person, and my good friend was gone. I asked others, and they said he ran too fast. But I found the road changed again, so I had to keep running. All the stiff dead people I met along the way should be ghosts. I run faster because I'm afraid. Then I found the door that came in. I ran frantically to the door. I only heard the door close behind me. When I looked back, I was the only one who ran out. I remembered the farmer's words and told me to go down the mountain as soon as I got out of the door. I dare not delay, turn my head.

Don't think it's over. After running down the hill, I found that it was not the original place, but had arrived at my best friend's house downstairs, which was my good friend who had lost my daughter before. I was so scared that I had to see a living person to feel at ease, so I knocked at the door, but no one answered. I said my friend was very successful before, so I bought a European villa with many windowsills along the wall, which is easy to climb up. When I climbed onto his balcony, before I set foot in The Upper Terrace, I was horrified to find my friend's daughter playing with dolls and other toys on the balcony. I was puzzled and stared at her in silence. Her daughter slowly looked up at me and said, "Uncle, didn't you push me off the balcony?"

My mind suddenly remembered the scene where I pushed her down, and I wanted to scream with fear. But before I could, the little girl suddenly came over and pulled my hand off the balcony, and I fell down … I woke up before landing. God, you scared me to death! !

This is really not a novel, nor is it a horror story. It was really a dream I had, because it was too detailed and I remembered it clearly. I can't forget it if I want to! ! Terror, horror and suspense are all there. Take a closer look, you only need to invest in making a movie, hahaha.