【Intermission】

The sixth phase of the House of the Blood Moon.

Death in dreams, betrayal of the subconscious!

"I just had a strange dream." A white man in pajamas and a nightcap opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, and lifted the white quilt that covered him, on which was embroidered a lovely dove of pure white.

"Oh? It was strange indeed," a stout black man sitting on the edge of a white man's bed, dressed in a suit, smoking a cigar in the bright sun, spitting clouds and mist, his face blurred in the smoke.

"What did you dream about?" The black man asked the white man with a slight interest.

"I dreamed that I was dead, my family and friends came to my funeral, the priest read me a eulogy, put a bouquet of flowers on my coffin, and the people below were laughing and toasting each other, whispering and saying: 'This man was the number one bastard in the world before he died, and it is a blessing to be dead, let's toast.'" , I was lying in the coffin, I felt very angry when I heard this sentence, I felt that I didn't say anything about making achievements in my life, at least I lived a dignified and honest life, I believed in God, I would also fund the Red Cross agencies, and I also helped many friends below, why did they say that I was the number one bastard? I want to crawl out of the coffin, I want to confront them, I want to shout out in front of them, this person lying here has faith, loyalty, love, and has left traces of his existence in the world, he is not a bastard, he is a person who yearns for the light but dies halfway through chasing the light! The more the white man spoke, the more agitated he became, the spit splattered, his bearded face flushed with anger, and he danced as if he wanted to prove something to the negro.

"What do you think of waking up now and realizing that it was just a dream?" The black man let out another puff of smoke, and the sun carved a few wrinkles of wisdom into his dark skin.

"I feel very good, I'm alive now, my heart is still beating, I'm still breathing, I can continue to chase the light, to prove to the world that I'm still a good person, a kind person, a noble person, I can apologize to those who have been hurt by me in the past, I can continue to love those who love me, it's so beautiful to be alive!" The white man spoke, his face filled with happiness and hope.

"But look, where are we now? We really ...... Is it still alive? The black man threw away the cigarette butt that was almost burned and said deeply to the white man.

The white man looked up, the sky was blank, the white man climbed out of bed, the soles of his feet were blank, the white man looked around, except for the black man sitting next to him and the neat big bed, there was blank on all sides, only sunlight, the sun shone from the endless distance, flowing brilliant in this absurd and empty blank.

"Where are we?" The white man knelt on the ground, looked at his hands, and muttered.

Whites, blacks, and beds fell in the endless void, and at last they landed on a verdant meadow.

"We're in another person's dream." The black man helped the white man up and pointed to the sunniest meadow: "In the dream of a man named Yuan Xi." You, as a character in his dream, had another dream, so I say it's weird. ”

There, a young man of the yellow race with black hair and black eyes was surrounded by a pile of pure white pigeons, and the ordinary face of the young man was full of happiness and sweetness, sometimes he teased the pigeon that rested on his shoulder, sometimes he squatted down to caress the pure white fur of the pigeon pecking in the grass, and sometimes he clapped and called for the flock of pigeons wandering in the sky, and when the young man chased the pigeon, he ran past the black and white man standing on one side, but it seemed that he did not see the two of them at all.

"Why can't he see us?" The white man asked, confused.

"In the world of dreams, seeing means existing, everything is like a CG animation calculated by the computer in real time, only the things that should be displayed in the display screen are calculated, and the other spaces outside the display screen are all non-existent, all are blank, when dreaming, what you see, what you observe, the brain will simulate their smell length, width and height touch, everything you see outside the line of sight does not exist, in Yuan Xi's world, in fact, there should never be two of us, he thinks we do not exist, So he can't see us. The black man stretched out his hand to Yuan Xi, but his hand passed through Yuan Xi's body.

"If this is his dream, everything exists for his heart, and since he thinks we don't exist, why are we still standing here and chatting?" The white man asked.

"There are some things in the soul that don't exist because you don't think they don't exist, such as memories when you were a baby, such as lovers you deliberately forget, such as ...... Your subconscious. The black man chuckled and said, "We are his subconscious, we are active in his subconscious!" We exist and we don't exist, we can talk here while he's still dreaming, and when he wakes up, we've never existed! ”

"We never existed? It's terrible, but I obviously exist, I have consciousness, I have memory, I have emotions, I have faith, I am a living person, why can he rely on a dream to make us not exist! The white man suddenly roared as if he had gone mad, and his face was filled with a hideous anger: "This is not fair! ”

"Is there a way? Is there a way for us to continue to exist? I don't want to die! I don't want to sink into the dark abyss again! The white man grabbed the black man by the collar and roared hoarsely.

"Yes, and it's very simple, that is, let him sleep forever, we only need to act on his dream world through a connected object, extending from one point to another, in short, ......" The black man took out a dark black pistol from his arms, opened the safe, loaded the bullet, and the muzzle was facing Yuan Xi.

"Kill, he!" The black man said word for word.

"Bump!" The gunshot rang out, Yuan Xi fell in a pool of blood, countless white pigeons flew up in horror, in the process of flapping their wings, countless feathers on the white pigeons fell off, and then the flesh and fur disintegrated, and finally became a bone bird with only a skeleton left, and the verdant grass with Yuan Xi's corpse as the center withered into a dead black and yellow.

The white man and the black man stood in front of the corpse and laughed wildly, and the black man raised his leg and stomped on Yuan Xi's pale face with his leather shoes, kicking his face out of shape:

"Sleep, sleep! The deeper you sleep, the longer we can live! ”