Hua Xiaomian simply tidied up her hair and dress, dried her face, wiped the red stained on the light rain sword, and turned around to look at the river. I saw that the river boiled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the river gradually turned into a red mist, rising into the sky, and then surrounded the entire cloud mountain, and the trees on the mountain also changed from green to red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the soil began to turn red, and it was really bloody.

Hua Xiaomian looked at it in surprise, forgetting that she should leave here. After a while, the trees were completely red and bright, as if they had just eaten people, and the scene looked extremely eerie. This scene has a bewildering ability, making Hua Xiaomian watch uncontrollably.

Hua Xiaomian was about to be fascinated, but a cold air in the storage bag invaded, and the cold made her head sober. Hua Xiaomian struggled hard, and her consciousness turned back. Looking down at the storage bag, there was already a thin layer of frost on the periphery, thinking that she was almost controlled just now, Hua Xiaomian hurriedly took out the ice and snow bead from the bag.

Hua Xiaomian held the ice and snow bead in her hand, wow! It's so cool! Trying to pull back to her senses, she didn't look at the surrounding scenery, she just endured the cold and lowered her head and walked forward, wanting to leave here as soon as possible.

No, it's too cold, Hua Xiaomian's hands are going to freeze, and the effect of maintaining reason is not particularly ideal, on the one hand, I feel that my reason is disappearing little by little, on the other hand, I am afraid that my hands will be frostbitten, thinking that it may be better to hold it in my mouth, so I put the beads in my mouth, a touch of coolness hit my soul, the whole person was excited, and my brain was awake again.

Hua Xiaomian walked forward quickly, not daring to look at the surrounding scenery at all, nor daring to stop at all. It wasn't until he stepped on the black land, and there were no longer traces of red soil in front of him, that Hua Xiaomian dared to raise his head. This, this is, outside the dream mountain!

Wait? What's the situation? Now Hua Xiaomian's location is exactly the same position where he first went to Dream Mountain, and when he turned around to look at Dream Mountain, Dream Mountain had become red. What's going on?

Is there still a barrier outside? I vaguely remember when I went there before, didn't I have it?

Hua Xiaomian tentatively stretched out her finger and poked the barrier, but it was bounced off, Hua Xiaomian fell to the ground again, stood up, patted the dirt on her body, swallowed her saliva, and just wanted to say, "What the hell?" and then felt a mellow thing because he swallowed saliva down his throat...

Woo woo, I swallowed some beads, Hua Xiaomian was stunned all of a sudden. This feeling is like a drama in the city, and the villagers are all broken, and now the whole person is not good.

In an instant, countless doubts crossed my mind, will this thing hurt my stomach if I eat it? Will it be digested? Can it be pulled out? Can I continue to use it after pulling it out? Hua Xiaomian felt that she was now full of question marks.

Wait? This is a familiar situation? Is it the dream mountain tracking that I once dreamed of! At that time, I was followed by several people, and then they got into a fight, and I took advantage of the chaos to run?

Just as he was about to take the next step to recall, suddenly the surroundings collapsed, as if a dream collapsed, and at that moment it made people panic, but they had no choice but to watch.

Hua Xiaomian wanted to reach out and touch the fragments generated by the collapse of the surrounding dreams, but failed.

At this time, I don't know where a gust of wind blew, which brought a slightly cool feeling to her cheeks, which made Hua Xiao shiver when she couldn't sleep.

Consciousness gradually returned, Hua Xiaomian blinked her eyes, stared at the ceiling of her bedroom in a daze, and recalled her dreams, which were completely connected to a certain extent.

This event seems to have been replaced, using flashbacks, gradually unfolding, what do you want to know?

That kind of immersive feeling is not deceiving, why is it completely different from the memory of yourself in your own mind? Who is that person? Is it yourself?

Is someone using themselves or is it simply triggering the mechanism?

The same place, the same temper, the same face, etc., what seems wrong?

Could it be that someone is secretly trying to know something, or is it the Mandela effect, and the brain is just wrong in memory?

I can't investigate where the problem is, I don't know where the cambium is, and I don't know the trigger, which increases Hua Xiaomian's irritability.

Hua Xiaomian, who was immersed in the content of the dream, didn't notice that only herself was left in the room at this time.

Hua Xiaomian couldn't lie down anymore, so she sat up directly and walked around the room, thinking about what had happened recently. Suddenly I remembered that this kind of dream started after I received the jade pendant, and then I would feel groggy and sleepy, and then...

Hua Xiaomian hurriedly took out the jade pendant from the collar and looked at it, it seemed to be responding to itself, and there was a slight light in it.

Hua Xiaomian could feel that there seemed to be a lot of invisible people around her, various expressions and characters, and subconsciously felt that someone kept looking at her.

Looking around, he didn't notice anything, so he had to continue to study the jade pendant, thinking about the relationship between the jade pendant and Xi Qingchen.

It was at this time that Hua Xiaomian found that Xi Qingchen fell asleep with him first, and then disappeared, because he woke up and didn't see him.

He gave Xi Qingchen a little doubt in his heart, but he was quickly rejected by the brain, thinking that it had nothing to do with him, he was just a child.

Hua Xiaomian's eyes drifted around, and she glanced at a book in the bookcase, called "Inception", walked over quickly, reached out to take it off, and quickly flipped through it, as if looking for something.

Finally, when she found it, Hua Xiaomian almost exhaled softly. The eyes were fixed on it, refusing to let go, as if fearing that it would disappear suddenly.

"The process of concept implantation is very difficult, and it is impossible to implant it purely from consciousness, because it is difficult for people's consciousness to be passively changed, and only by going deep into the bottom of people's subconscious and spreading a concept there, so that the dreamer can neither call the defense mechanism to defend, nor find the source of the idea, can the dreamer think that the concept comes from the heart, so as to accept it.

Dreams are a condition in which people's consciousness is very weak, and it is easy to get lost on the edge of the subconscious if they are not careful, blurring the boundary between reality and dreams. ”

When you think of yourself, is this the so-called "subconscious image"?

The shock just now is still in my mind, am I also in a dream?

Hua Xiaomian wrote in her diary:

(It just so happens that I haven't slept well lately, and I can always remember the scene in my dream clearly when I wake up, which is full of fantasy and exudes the smell of fatal temptation, so that I can't tell the truth from the fake.)

I often see certain people in my dreams, experience certain things, and feel so real.

Every dream seems to be a reality in the past, and those distant memories that have been blurred have become a dream of the present.

I was just a fragile person, small, emotional, full of revenge and expectation. Man's fragility is doomed to his greed for security and strength, and man's revenge is doomed to struggle and dissatisfaction with reality.

When reality is contrary to the ideal, I can only redeem myself, forgive, forgive, and even deceive. But for the subconscious, or the "true self", the character of seeking truth and goodness will never forgive every mistake or every harm in life experience.

As a result, dreams become a place of gambling, constantly repeating past hurts and remorse through new scenes and stories until they are rewritten or accepted.

Nowadays, it is said that self-understanding is advocated, and it turns out that I am also one of them, eager to understand the "other me" that is always left and right through endless thinking and struggle, but is not invisible and invisible, trying to find my own lighthouse in the dark deep sea leading to the future. But now I want to ask:

"How far do you want to know yourself?"

Is it because I'm not suffering enough? To be more profound, and what kind of theory is the whole world based on?

So who is really in control of myself?

Suddenly, I felt that this scene was a little familiar, just like the plot of the movie Inception, whether the dream level was enough to implant ideas into other people's brains. And I, too, can be comfortable and not have to be distressed?

I thought, maybe it's a terrible philosophical question.

When I exhaust all possibilities, what will happen after that? If I really do it all over again, I will experience the same pain and accept the same regrets.

Is it true that as written in the Inception book, character determines destiny? And what can I do in the face of that damn "character"? Go back to my mother's womb and tell my past self to re-cultivate?

I suddenly understood what the Buddha said, the end of suffering is still suffering, and the sea of suffering in life comes from this.

It's actually very simple to think about life, and there is very little I really need and desire, like a mock test of a lifeboat, and in the end everyone is dragging a note or two in their hands, even if they die together, they are reluctant to throw it away.

Psychologically, dreams may just be the healing process of self-trauma, subconscious stimulation and embodiment.

But I deeply believe that the deepest satisfaction of needs can make everyone lost. Just like those drug addicts, or some poor worms who keep hurting others in order to satisfy their own desires, they are just controlled by themselves and cannot escape.

Or the end of the movie, when Cook finally raises his head to meet the face of his children, regardless of whether the spinning top on the table stops or not, and gets up to leave, there is only a sadness left in his heart.

Hopefully, I can get what I want to take control of myself!)

Hua Xiaomian's handwriting rested heavily on the paper, and the pen and ink were smudged, making the final exclamation mark more and more hideous, like a black hole, which can swallow a whole person, so that as soon as people stare at it, they will fall into a whirlpool and cannot extricate themselves.