How can you know that you are not the character in the dream world?

Even if it's a lucid dream, it just adds some memories to the character. Moreover, how can the characters in the dream state affirm the existence of the dreamer?

For anything in the dream world, there is no such thing, that dreamer is everything. And the characters in the dream world, can they really touch the reality?

No, I'm analogy, but I think it's a perfect explanation. Dreaming is just dreaming, and the person who wakes up is just as much a character and equally false. So, how do I get to that place where there are no characters?

Since it is a place where "no characters exist", where do you go? In the end, who wins, and who touches the truth?

Every time I think of these questions, it is full of weirdness and absurdity. What did I kill for? What did I get in the end for so many chapters of hard work? What's more, the characters still fear me with the inability to succeed.

I am doomed to be destroyed, and the character of Yuan Changwen is doomed to perish. I'm not alone, even if there is an almost legendary existence like the Buddha, the philosophers have also reached such heights.

But I don't know who made the final killing, and I don't even know if there are any of these people in history. To me, these things are just embellishments of the fullness of the world game.

Who cares about the biggest chamber of commerce in the game? Who cares about the NPCs guarding the gates? It's all just NPCs, and I'm not sure if there's a real person. It's all just to be real.

I don't understand why the last moment is so real, and it makes me feel like it's an idiot to doubt the truth of the last moment. It is also unknown how this came about, although admitting that the last moment was true would allow the problem to resolve naturally. But how do I prove it?

If it's obvious, it should be well proven. However, I don't have any proof of this except "I think".

I don't want to be around people anymore, and it seems that I am the most comfortable state when I am alone. In other words, when the distortions in the mind are removed, those people and things begin to gradually dissipate. People and things that were once important have become unimportant.

The other party is no longer the other party I thought they were, even if it was my own relatives, it looked a little strange now. Before the distortion in the mind is killed, a person may only be synonymous with loneliness or loneliness, and may still hope for someone to accompany him.

But now, it seems that being around people for a long time makes me uncomfortable. No matter what topic you are talking about, sentences like "these are just speculations" will ring in your head. And those interesting topics are not just some different kind of knowledge or cognition or the like.

Can I talk to someone about truth or slashing, and even if they can listen to it, why should I repeat what I've already killed? Is it just for show-off? Why not move on?

It's not done yet, it looks like I've come so far, but it's not done is not done.

What is the love of parents? It's all about characters, like puppets, constantly performing "I'm a parent, I want to think about you" and so on. Good or bad, but I don't seem to see a real person in it.

I didn't know what I was doing, as if my intellect had left me, I couldn't think or delve into it, as if my reasoning skills had become like an idiot. Why do you have to think about it? Why do you have to weigh it with your brain? Does it really matter whether the other party is telling the truth, whether this is a conspiracy or not?

It seems that whether the other party is telling the truth or not is the standard for their own judgment. Isn't it just that I have been deceived when I act on the basis of the other person's lies? The point is not at all whether the other person is telling the truth or not, because my actions have nothing to do with the other person.

It's not that I do anything because the other person tells the truth, I don't do anything because the other person lies. Going with the flow, nature reminds me what to do, rather than weighing it through a twist in my head.

And why would anyone lie to me? Or rather, who is telling the truth? No matter what it is, what can be talked about, what can be talked about, what can be said in a whole bunch of words, is not true in itself. The other person thinks he is telling the truth, but he is not.

It's like when my parents are old and say what they think is the truth, and they put it on me. Will I be obedient just because my parents are telling the truth? I will have my own judgment, and it doesn't matter what the other person is saying. Because all judgments come from the brain, and they are all distortions in the mind.

It's all distorted, you have to take medicine when you're sick, and you don't have to take medicine when you're sick. How to be a person, how to eat, how to live, how to study, how to treat family, and how to make connections...... It's all shit.

I'm going to keep slashing, there's no reason to stop. I don't know if I'll be able to do it, or if my own slash will have an effect, but that's not a reason to stop. Slash, must slash, otherwise the distortion in my brain will hold me deeply and pull me wantonly.

I have to jump into the abyss of decay, who doesn't want to be happy, but falsehood is falsehood, and it seems that as long as I nod my head, I can get out of the slaughter and return to the wonderful life of hard work. It's a pity that that beautiful life is just a piece of shit.

Why should I think about what other people think? I'm here to ruin my life, not to enrich my life. Slashing is to destroy the meaning of all this, not to perfect life and make the character more dazzling.

Family, parents, career, and life can all be ruined, because the word "ruined" itself comes from a distortion in the mind. What's worth remembering? It's all false, and even the idea of "wanting to remember" is not my idea.

I don't know why, but the picture elements present a series of thoughts such as "I want to remember my life". It's not me, it's not that someone is controlling, it's not that anyone is aware, it's just that the elements of the picture are presented in this way.

Come on, let what needs to happen happens. However, what should have happened has already happened, and what should have happened but did not happen? No matter whether I go with the current or against the current, whether I resist or surrender, what happens is what should happen, what is bound to happen, and what can only happen this way.

The world is not real, and I want to die. It's a wonderful world, and I want to die too.

The sun could not reach the depths of the lake, and I was the only one there, quietly rotting slowly. No one knows if a lotus flower will grow, and maybe it will always be a puddle of rotten stench.