Men walk around the room talking about their alarm clock careers, co-workers' embarrassing hairstyles and recurring dreams. In the dream, the woman starts to dress up meticulously when the phone rings, and finally gets dressed, sits down and greets the man and then leaves. When the man woke up, what he could not forget was the woman in this noisy dream, but what he forgot was the identity of this woman-who she was.
The psychiatrist listens to the man's confession. He was always able to pick up a sentence or two when necessary to keep the man talking and feeling understood. However, the counselor's small gestures betrayed him: his hands were restless, fiddling with pens or whatever, and his eyes and body (albeit in an armchair) were constantly changing orientations. Finally, he used "this is better" advice to let the man lie down on his back and gain more freedom for his body: look out the window with binoculars, throw paper airplanes, sign language with someone, and finally leave the room in a hurry... Black and white pictures, gentle dialogue, but so noisy.
The phone ringing in a man's dream is actually an alarm clock for getting up, and the paper plane outside the window is flying aimlessly. The noise does not come from the outside, but from the restless heart. A lustful heart, beating and beating, pumps oxygen into every capillary in the body at a steady rate to maintain cell metabolism. At the same time, it also steadily pumps desire into the corners of the body. Desires drive people to search for a window of satisfaction in life and work; when they can't find a place to talk, their words carry heavy anxiety, like a paper plane flying out of the window, with an unruly route. And the person being confided in has their own unresolved desires. At most, they only help each other, and they do not have the patience to put themselves in their shoes. Perhaps it is out of the reality that they cannot help.
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