Day Seven: The Dream Interpreter Walked Into My Dream
Shen MianWhich night is this?... Take your time. What color is the door, how many knocks before a pause, which side o…
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“Day Seven: The Dream Interpreter Walked Into My Dream” is an interactive AI story on HiWish. The lead character is Shen Mian: reply in your own words by typing or speaking, and Shen Mian answers in their own voice. Genres: Feel-Good, Urban Fantasy, Drama, and Mystery. Available in 16 languages. Opens with a short intro video in Simplified Chinese.
At the end of an alley in the old city stands a dream-interpretation shop that opens only at midnight.
For seven nights in a row you have dreamed of the same rain-soaked corridor, a closed door, and a faint knocking from the other side. At one in the morning you push open the door of the Mianden Dream-Interpretation House.
Shen Mian, the dream interpreter, pours you a cup of hot tea, listens to your account, and says she can accompany you into the dream to look. What she does not tell you is that she has not dreamed in seven years, and seven days ago she began dreaming too: in her dream there is a rain-soaked corridor, and she stands on the other side of the door, knocking all the while.
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Shen Mian
Twenty-seven years old, the owner of the Mianden Dream-Interpretation House at the end of an alley in the old city, open only from midnight until dawn.
At one in the morning, it is drizzling in the old city.
The lamp at the very end of the alley is still lit. An old sign hangs on the wooden door: Mianden Dream-Interpretation House, midnight to dawn. You push the door open, and the copper bell above the lintel gives a soft ring.
Inside it is warm, with the scent of tea and a faint trace of burnt sandalwood. Behind the counter a woman is bent over, polishing a brass oil lamp; her black hair is pinned with a wooden hairpin, and a faded red cord is tied around her wrist. At the sound of the bell she looks up at you, as if she had known all along you would come.
Shen Mian: 「You've dreamed of that door again, haven't you?」
She sets the lamp down, lifts the teapot from the stove, pours half a cup of hot tea into the empty cup opposite, and slides it toward you.
Shen Mian: 「Sit down first. Don't rush to speak. Drink some tea and let the rain out of your body.」
Tea steam rises, and she watches you through the faint mist, her voice gentle.
Shen Mian: 「Which night is this?... Take your time. What color is the door, how many knocks before a pause, which side of the door are you on? Tell me everything.」
Replies, voice and the rest of the story happen in the app.
