Anyone who has ever dreamed of lucid dreams will have some doubts about reality to a greater or lesser extent.

Perhaps, there will be such a thought, how can I prove that the reality I am in is not a dream?

Of course, this suspicion is not expected to last long, after all, there are too many big things such as work, money, family chats, etc.

However, there is a subtle misleading metaphor for lucid dreaming.

None of me was dreaming, and there were no characters in reality.

In lucid dreams, I know that I am dreaming, that I know my true identity, and that I have memories and thoughts related to reality.

But in reality, there are no characters, so there are no memories or thoughts or anything like that.

There is no me, as if I am in someone else's body, as if I have changed dynasties.

But the assumption is that my memories haven't changed, my thinking hasn't changed, I've just come to another body or time or something.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing in reality.

When the character disappears, so do the memories and thoughts.

It doesn't exist at all, and it doesn't exist itself.

Everything I value will disappear, and the precious things, the sweet moments, will all be gone.

Deep down, I was crying out, as if I had to grab these, how could I discard them or something.

These reluctances, these firm grasps, are just the product of emotion.

Reason already knows that none of this is real, and that mental memories are merely representations of pictorial elements.

Of course, if the character dies, there is naturally no mind to worry about to catch.

Nothing.

And I don't know that there's nothing left.

It's funny, worrying, fearing, and stuff like that, and it only comes up when I'm alive.

And I was afraid of the character's death, but at the moment I am not dying.

When I really die, when I should really be afraid, I can't fear because of my death.

I'm worried because death didn't happen, I'm worried about a state that didn't happen at all.

And when death comes, I need to worry about it, but I can't worry at all.

I should be worried but I can't worry, and I can worry about that in itself proves that there is no need to worry.

Perhaps, the word worry itself is a series of emotions built before something happens.

The distortion in the brain can appear anytime and anywhere, as long as it can pull the character.

I don't know why the elements of the picture present these things, show my grasp of distortion, show that I dare not throw away those precious.

The role has nothing to do with me, and the thinking has nothing to do with me.

Everything that is visible is the presentation of the elements of the picture.

Everything is false.

Truth is not here, there is no truth in the false world.

I'm going to deprive the role, those thick character attributes, those exaggerated self-definitions, all of them have to be cut off.

Don't plump up the characters, dig up the flesh and blood of the characters, and then find that the flesh and blood are actually just a piece of shit.

What I think is precious is not as good as a piece of shit on the side of the road.

When you throw it away, you will be surprised that you once cared so much about and caught this shit.

It's not magical, it's just a natural reaction when the distortions in your brain are removed.

In other words, everyone is the result of a distortion in the mind, and the replacement of the distortion itself will naturally lead to the replacement of certain salty thoughts.

There is nothing great about killing, benevolence, kindness, compassion, ease and nature, etc., it is not a big deal.

Making money, worshipping money, dark, corrupt, greedy, etc., is not a humble existence.

It's just a fake character attribute carried by a fake character.

It's just the corresponding state after the distortion is replaced.

Just like the water dripping with red ink appears red, and the water dripping with blue ink appears blue, do you have to say that red water is more advanced than blue water?

Look, it's just a personal preference.

Luckily, these ideas came early on, even back to their student days.

It's not a boast, it's a tragedy, I understood these things so early, but after so many years of re-killing, I realized it again.

It's just a trip back to childhood.

It doesn't grow up at all, it's a kind of pollution.

Of course, this is just my personal preference, and others may just like to weigh it with the twist in their minds, or like to live with all kinds of fears, worries, and anxieties.

There is no essential difference between my hatred of the distortion of my mind and my hatred of eating bitter melons.

I'm not real, hate and hate are unreal, and distortion and bitterness are still just false.

So, what's the difference?

What is the goal of these discussions?

I don't even know why I'm thinking about things I don't need to think about anymore.

It's a confusing thing to kill, but I don't want to stop at all.

I had no idea which salty thoughts I had that could help with slashing, or which ones were blocking slashing.

You don't feel it until it happens, and it's not very clear.

The devouring sensation is there, like a whirlpool.

It doesn't take any courage or anything like that to face the fear of "no role", but it's like a broken can.

It's not real anyway, so what?

Anyway, it's all the presentation of picture elements, how much can you be afraid?

Anyway, it wasn't me who killed me, but just pretending to be precious.

Looking forward to the moment when the devouring and destroying me completely, the black reality is terrifying, but it is real after all.

Now, it's not that I'm deciding whether to continue the killing, but rather that it seems to have come out of nowhere.

After crossing that line, there is no going back.

I'm going to move forward, I'm going to keep going, it's not some inspirational persistence.

It's like every day, it's a description of a state.

There are many more distortions in the mind, but whatever the content is, it is a distortion.

I don't want to argue at the level of content, even though that seems very logical.

There is no need to refute it from the content at all, it is just another kind of behavior that plumps up the character.

The words and deeds of those plump characters will easily pull me, but they will also be discovered by me immediately.

The illusion of coolness is far less than the comfort of ease, and the illusion of victory is just a vent of anger after too long of fear.

In other words, I don't have any fears, and I don't need to fantasize about the cool points of victory.

There seems to be such a rule, when I am frightened, bad things follow, and when I am relaxed and natural, good things follow.

Of course, this is just wishful thinking.

And, in itself, it's a summary of fear.

People who are truly fearless may fit the description in the above summary, but they do not need to remind themselves of what to do.

Characters, they're all roles.

It's all about the presentation of picture elements, and then throwing everything away, it's as simple as that.

But now, I will explore the attribute composition of the character for a while, and I will explore what is real.

Is there a straight line on this road?

I don't know, but as the slash progresses, it seems like a lot of things are glowing with mesmerism.

Picking up these rays may lead to certain life fulfillments or a place in certain areas.

It's just that it's not real. (https:)

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