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You don't remember the plot, you don't remember the plot, you don't remember the sound, you don't remember the picture. You seem to dream of everything, and you seem to dream of nothing. The whole dream was like a whole jumble of colors, chaotic and dim. Such dreams often return to night after a fog.

You can't remember such dreams, and you can't remember the night you dreamed. They were like shapeless ghosts, hurrying to the night and leaving with the night...... Fleeting.

But you remember the emotions in the dream.

Hopeless, sad, joyful, exciting.

That emotion that goes deep into the bone marrow and is magnified many times more in dreams.

Some people wake up the moment they wake up, and the emotions they give them from these dreams disappear in an instant, but there are also people who take a long time to digest the shadows left by their dreams.

If it's a good dream, that's fine, but if it's a nightmare......

The ghost lingers.

Timeless.

And some people can't wake up from dreams at all.

In the dead of night, in the middle of the night, you fall into a deep sleep, but you don't feel the sweetness of sleep, you frown, your eyeballs move quickly under your eyelids, you fall into a deep sleep, that is, in this degree of sleep you begin to produce all kinds of dreams. And then...... Then you had nightmares. When those negative emotions take control of your emotions, you break down, you want to cry, you are so sad that you can't help yourself, and then you wake up.

But it's just that you think you're awake.

You walk through the dark living room to the bathroom, and a dull blister bubbles from the water dispenser.

Goo.

The red indicator indicates that it is heating.

Then you reach out to the cup on the coffee table.

A miserable white and cold hand meets you one step ahead of the cup.

Screaming, cold sweat.

All the elements of horror are on the stage......

Goo.

The red indicator of the water dispenser turns yellow.

The water is boiling.

……

Wake up syndrome.

Wakingdream.

People with waking dream disorder have a bias in their perception of reality and dreams, and when they are in a generalized 'awake' state, their brains still show brainwaves in a sleeping state, that is, even if they can open their eyes and walk and talk, they are still in a dream.

Open your eyes, talk and walk, isn't that awake?

From the perspective of us ordinary people, they are awake.

But-

A woman surnamed Zhang in Hunan claimed that she had not slept for ten years, and the truth was only revealed under the equipment of the hospital, it turned out that she was not sleepless, but could not distinguish whether she was in a dream or reality.

When she sat on the bed watching TV, the brain waves showed that she was actually asleep on the machine; When chatting with her family, the brain waves on the device still showed that she was still asleep most of the time; When she stood by the window and looked out at the scenery, the display of brain waves on the instrument still proved that she was asleep.

Her subjective consciousness could not recognize that she was in a dream, nor could her family and friends perceive when she was in a dream. The paradoxical fragments created by the dream were connected to reality by her, and turned into a strange function that had not fallen asleep for ten years.

Prolonged sobriety can be devastating, so she sought medical attention everywhere.

She felt like she was awake all the time, but physiologically, she was already in a dream when her brain waves showed a state of sleep.

It's a pity she can't tell the difference.

For people with waking dream disorder, life is a long dream that cannot be woken up, which is not a dream come true, but a kind of torture.

Wake dreams are different from lucid dreaming.

People with waking dream disorder have no control over their dreams, and they don't even know if what they are seeing is real or a dream. Such patients can easily be treated as delusional or hysterical, so they are not cured for a long time.

Is reality a dream, or is a dream reality?

This is a question that neither Zhuang Zhou nor Butterfly knows.

……

I suddenly remembered a set of terracotta figurines I had seen in the Torture Square.

At that time, I also felt that the terracotta figurines were the lightest form of torture, and now I know that my conclusions were indeed premature.

The set of torture went like this-

The first group.

A thin white figurine sat upright on a chair, and another short and fat figurine with a teaching stick pointed to a board and glared angrily at the thin white figurine.

There are only three large characters on the board.

Lucid dreaming.

The second group.

The thin white figurine sits upright, his eyes closed, but there is a sweet sleepiness between his eyebrows.

He was clearly dreaming about something.

Group III.

The short and fat figurine's face was hideous, and he was pouring unknown black juice into the mouth of the thin white figurine, and the bowl in his hand had the name of Lishu on it.

Qingming tea.

The thin white figurine's eyes were wide open, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and the bags under his eyes were black.

……

Lucid dreaming

Luciddream

Lucid dreaming is a dream that a person makes when he is conscious, also known as lucid dreaming. People remain conscious when they have lucid dreams, and sometimes they can even directly control the content of the dream.

In that group of punishments, the torturer first taught the tortured male figurines the practice of lucid dreaming, and then, after letting him taste the taste of sweet dreams, he could no longer sleep.

What is Qingming Tea?

The effect of tea has always been to refresh the mind, this black juice called Qingming tea, the effect should be almost the same as ordinary tea, and even the refreshing function is better.

The most desperate thing is not being in hell, but the happiness of being used to seeing heaven, but always being so far away from it.

I can't ask for it.

Scratch the heart and liver.

A considerable part of ancient Chinese torture was related to psychology, and those bloodless methods were the real torture.

I shuddered, stopped thinking nonsense, and began to listen carefully to what Ma Chengcheng had to say.

It turned out that Ma Chengcheng had a brief awakening syndrome just now, or to be more precise, she temporarily fell into a state of awakening syndrome, but fortunately, she finally woke up.

Ma Chengcheng woke up and felt so hungry that I couldn't help myself, but fortunately I grabbed her, and it was my slap that directly knocked her back to her senses.

The architect of the underground space of Dazhai is by no means very human, and at the beginning of the ghost gate, we found that his control of sound was perfect, and the whimpering in the later Qizhi Square directly made me hallucinate many times. It's as if the buildings here have the magic that they hypnotize you all the time, and then completely disintegrate you from the inside out.

Probably this is the beauty of death row in the Han Dynasty.

Rao is Ma Chengcheng has always been vigilant, but he was still exploited by this sleep, and even almost had a big accident.

I was also glad for her, and I couldn't help but feel that my slap was just right.

Ma Chengcheng rubbed his arm and told me not to fall asleep very seriously.

Hearing her say this, I was so scared that half of my yawn was stuck in my throat, and I was neither advancing nor retreating.

I finally typed it out, and a few tears flowed from my two eyes.

Ma Chengcheng and I made a moment's plan, and together we tiptoed to the square inside the door and the cage against the entire wall of the tower.

As I walked through the gate, I looked at the empty ground a little strangely, and it stands to reason that the first time I ran out of the lake, I took off my pants and shoes because they were full of red bugs, and threw them here, which was a waste of time, but it was not so much that my pants and shoes were gone...... I was wondering, and suddenly I remembered the clothes on my body, could it be that my clothes were taken by that man?

The more I think about it, the more likely it becomes.

The man escaped from the women's cell, and then came here to pick up my clothes, but from there he threw the fire at the Dragon Pool?

At that time, he was not far away from us, but where could he go down to the top of Longtan?

I was puzzled, and after turning through the gate, I couldn't help but be stunned when I saw the scene in front of me.

The light on the tower in the middle of the lake is weak, but it still serves as a light, and the plaza in the gate is clearly shrouded in a warm halo.

So......

The man standing in the middle of the square was very conspicuous.

None other than that crazy man.

It's just that the way he looks now is that there is an indescribable weirdness......