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Add woke up from his sleep, shivering, and rolled over from the bed to the ground, the soft sunlight outside the window shining on his naked body, the bed opposite was empty, and it seemed that his roommate had not returned for the night.

Taking a deep breath, Eddie grabbed the T-shirt on the bed and put it on his head, sat down again, put on a pair of brown shorts, and sat on the bed in a daze without saying a word.

"The dream just now...... What the hell is it?" Eddie couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body as he recalled his previous dream, and he couldn't tell if it was because of fear or excitement.

Since he was a child, Eddie was curious about the supernatural and mysterious, and he remembered a thick, hard-to-read book on the occult and dark demons that he borrowed from the library when he was in junior high school.

He read it with great excitement, and it was hard to believe that he was still a child, and even adults would be deterred by the obscure language and grotesque descriptions in the book, but Eddie managed to read the whole book with his own interest.

Since then, he has tried to draw magic diagrams that circulate on the Internet or in books, and even secretly perform so-called "demon summoning" rituals, although he has never succeeded.

But Eddie never gave up, nor did he scoff at these things as the product of childhood ignorance as he grew older.

Already at the New York University of the Arts, as a college student, he is still secretly studying the occult and some ancient knowledge such as alchemy.

Last night, as usual, he went offline in a community on the Internet to exchange occultism, and after looking at the various magic formations that had already been cooked and memorized in his mind for a while, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep in a daze.

Then he experienced the most magical dream of his life.

First of all, it was a very clear dream, and Eddie had never tried to recall the dream so clearly.

He remembered walking in his dream in an underpass, perhaps under the Upper East Side road, spacious, bright and plastered with cement on the surrounding walls, lit up by small light bulbs overhead every few meters.

Add didn't know why he was here, he just kept walking forward, and it felt so real that he could even smell the slightly damp, rotten smell wafting through the tunnels.

Then a clear note came from the hallway, which Eddie didn't hear at first, but the louder echo brought the note clearly into his ears.

"Soth—" The voice seemed to be chanting a spell, like someone's name, but it was so clear that it sounded so clear to Eddie that he could feel as if someone was calling him through it.

So he walked towards the deep, dark passageway of the boundless, and the farther he went, the stronger the call became, and the more clearly he heard it, and indeed the shout was "Thorth-" unmistakable.

Goosebumps all over his body, Eddie clearly knew that he was sleeping, but his own reality was so strong, more like reality than reality, which simply made him at a loss, and all kinds of occult topics in his mind poured into his mind, and they were all clearly remembered.

He was able to calmly recall his knowledge in a dream, and began to analyze it, probably the only time in Eddie's life that he had done so in a dream.

As he went deeper and deeper into the dark passages, the sense of foreboding around him intensified, and Eddie knew that such an attempt was a death due to his lack of preparation, perhaps from his own instinct for survival, and he felt a little withdrawn in his heart.

Looking at the darkness in front of him, as if there was no end, and the underground passage was calling for him again, Eddie was frightened, and he instinctively turned around and ran away, but the call of "Thorth-" behind his ears was even more urgent.

Eddie was so frightened that he ran for his life, and then finally slipped and fell heavily to the ground.

In a trance, no different from other dreams he had day and night, Eddie woke up, perhaps the process and experience was unprecedented, but the method of awakening was the same.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Add could feel his heart still pounding, and he knew that it was not an ordinary dream, because everything was so real, so real that he even suspected that he had really run wildly in some underground tunnel.

The brown shorts covered his knee, and he rolled up his right leg slightly, revealing a blue-gray mark on his knee, and pressed lightly with his thumb, and a wave of pain hit him, which was clearly caused by a fall.

There was a vigilant, frightened but irrepressible look of excitement on his face, if I remember correctly, Add knew that he had not broken his knee at all before going to bed, but that when he ran away in his dream, he finally fell to the ground, touching his right knee.

"Calm down—calm down—" Eddie took a deep breath and reminded himself of it, tossing and turning his hand up and down on his chest.

What he has been pursuing since he was a child, such a mysterious and strange thing seems to have finally connected with him at this moment, how can he suppress the excitement in his heart.

Add suddenly regretted his escape, wondering what would happen if he had kept walking down the dark path in his dreams.

With a "whoa-" sound, Add suddenly got up and sat down in the swivel chair in front of his desk, opened his laptop, and began to search for information about "dreams", "nightmares", "autonomous sleep", and so on.

The moon rises and the sun sets, and the sound of crackling keyboards echoes for a long time in this two-person bedroom, and the day seems to pass unconsciously like this, due to hobbies and personal habits.

Eddie's friends in college weren't many, and roommates would go to bars or parties every night to hang out, and it was not uncommon for them not to come back for weeks.

"Ahh

He was so engrossed in his search that he didn't feel hungry, and this was no longer the focus of his attention, the point was that after searching for so long, he had not found an answer to the situation he was currently facing.

He also found a few articles about similar experiences to his own, but they were mostly the same, these people were often just a chance experience, after which life mostly went back to the way it was, and never dreamed of it again.

As for the method of controlling his dreams, Eddie has seen it a long time ago, and has practiced for a long time, but his dreams don't need to be deliberately controlled at all, last night's dream is the most real of all the dreams he has ever had, he can feel and control his body 100%.

Such a real feeling has never been felt before.

"If it's just a chance experience, ...... tonight" Eddie closed his computer and sat back on the edge of the bed, muttering regretfully.