Reincarnating into a villain

An encounter in dreams

'A dream?'

It was strange ... no very strange.

He shouldn't have dreams like any other day ........isn't he living in a dream himself.
The surrounding was a landscape with green tall trees ,a crystal clear river making its way and there were many small small bunnies hopping here and there.
The surrounding was peaceful but ......
It felt too familiar to him ...... too much to his discomfort.
The air was clear and nice to breathe in.
The sunlight was cozy and felt nice on his body.
As if he had been here many times he felt all of these feelings familiar when it was his first time here.
He found that he was in his old clothes the clothes he wore before.
A white blank T-shirt with black pants and brown shoes.
He found out that his hair was also small like it used to be rather than the long one he had after falling into the previous dream.
Can your dreams be swapped when you are in a dream?
He thought that might be.......
Possible???
Then as he was in confusion he saw a man in a black hoodie and dark jeans with black boots facing his back towards him.
He looked as lost as he was.
That back felt oddly familiar to him.....
"How is this possible?"
He said out loud.
How is it really possible for another person to be in his dreams.
It looked like that person heard his voice as he slowly turned towards him.
Suddenly his face froze ......
It was the guy who had THat accident with the truck 'Wei Wuxian'
How is he in his dreams .....
How???????????????????
Is he that desperate to meet him that he is appearing in his another coma dream????
Why?
And how exactly does he looks so clear as if he is standing right before him?!!?
Even the oil in his forehead can be seen clearly by him even though they are far about 10 feet.
Many thoughts we're surging through his brain but he looked as calm as the water in the river without a single flaw to his poker face.
The another person looked at him confused.
His eyebrows frowning and his eyes..........they were beautiful like stars sparkling in ga— wait time what??
Why is he ....???
His mind was in utter UtTeR choas.
Why is he admiring the beauty of some one who is a stranger to him.
But again he looked calm.
Unlike him the another person who was clearly showing his confusion until .... the landscape disappeared and he was again in the old Chinese style bed with again the irritating long hair and a hard Chinese bed and wooden roof with the smell of sandalwood in the air:
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"What the heck?"!!!
He blurted out his voice lone in the empty room.