Crooked
Early the next morning, I asked Fanny and Zhou Qing to take the first step, and then I rubbed for a while, and only when everyone was gone did I walk out of the dormitory. After arriving in the atrium, the teammates had already finished taking the hypnotic capsule and fell asleep. I walked up to Amanda, spread my left hand, and asked him for a hypnosis capsule. Amanda cautiously placed the pill in my hand, and he stared at me solemnly, knowing that he was not only worried about everyone's life and death, but also afraid of my incompetence, but there was nothing he could do to control my dreams. And I don't know if I can overcome my nightmare, so I can only fight for it. I swallowed the hypnotic pill and sat down in my seat, as I waited as I could hear my heartbeat.
After a while, I fell asleep. I arrived at the gate to my dreamland, and I took a closer look, and as expected, the pink bow was dangling from an inconspicuous place on the left side of the gate that represented my dreamland. The first time I looked at it, I felt that this beautiful little bow was waiting for me peacefully in a pale pink dress. Once I entered, it must have been comfortable and comfortable. But after a few encounters, it became clear to me that my short-lived pleasure had been a risky move that cost the lives of all my players, and that I could not afford to repeat the mistakes of the past. I shook my head violently, turned around without hesitation, and sped away in the other direction.
I ran as fast as I could, thinking that I could get as far away as possible from the lacquered door that symbolized my nightmare, but a strange sound followed firmly behind me. I turned my head and looked, ouch, my mother! The dark lacquer door was bouncing right behind me, like a playful pet dog, and even the little pale pink bow stood on the doorway and shook violently.
Although my legs were weak with fright, the thought that I must not fall into a nightmare again forced me to run even faster. I galloped as hard as I could, trying to get rid of the chase of the living lacquer door, but I didn't expect that my actions not only did not reduce its speed, but instead played the role of pulling out the seedlings, I already felt a suction force slowly rising, and I felt that I was a little overwhelmed, and if I delayed a little longer, I was likely to be sucked into the nightmare hiding behind the gate.
At this moment, I finally saw the large red lacquer doors standing in front of me in the clouds, which must be the dream doors of the team members. I had to choose someone else's dream door to go in and hide, so that I could avoid the nightmare door that belonged to me but I couldn't get to. I thought about it all night and had to come up with a last resort, but I didn't expect this dream gate to chase after me like an elf. I continued to gallop, and I felt like I was out of strength, and my legs were out of the way my brain was directing, as if I was stepping on a soft sponge. I knew I had reached my limit, and if I kept running, I might be more than lucky. So I rushed through a door and threw myself on the floor next to it, gasping for air.
The door of dreams then closed, cutting off the pursuit of my nightmares. I let out a long sigh of relief, this is someone else's territory after all, and it is a great blessing to be able to enter without any problems. I looked around, it was dark and I couldn't see anything, and a small faint bright spot flickered faintly in the distance. I slowly got up and staggered a few steps towards the light. The bright spot was getting bigger and bigger, and then I saw a toad not far away that was still glowing black and green and staring at me with round dead fish bubble eyes, its eyes with curious colors, very anthropomorphic. I was stunned for a moment, and suddenly my mouth suddenly opened, and I was sure that this toad was a tangible substitute for the owner who was sleepwalking in this territory. Thankfully, while it was curious about my presence, it didn't mean to hinder me in the slightest.
I rounded the toad and continued towards the light, my vision becoming clearer and clearer. After walking for a long time, I gradually saw a humanoid presence in front of me. The man knelt on the floor, burying his head and crying one after another. I was sure it was Quint! It turns out that this is Quint's nightmare territory. Next to him stood a man with his back to me. I tried to hide, but there was nothing around me but the three of us, just abrupt walls.
In an instant, the man with his back to me suddenly turned around and faced me, and our eyes were intertwined. He should be able to see me, but his eyes look at me hollow and lifeless. I didn't dare to move, watching his meticulous movements steadily, but he had already turned his gaze elsewhere. It was only then that I breathed a sigh of relief. It turns out that in other people's dreams, I am so empty that I don't even have a figure. To put it another way, that is, everyone is so preoccupied with their own actions and feelings in the nightmare that they ignore the visits of others. Of course, there are exceptions, just take my sleepwalking, not only does it have its own existence, but everyone is also endless.
I judged that the man with a gloomy face must be Quint's father, because the similarity between the two of them was quite high. From the first time I saw this old father, his face was dark and ugly, and the cruelty and evil covered his entire face. At this moment, he was holding a long leather whip in his hand that was a meter long, and he was wandering beside Quint. One second he was still moving his body back and forth like a trapped beast, but the next second he raised his leather whip like an exiled beast and frantically whipped at Quint. Quint curled up, screaming at the whip. The snapping sound of the whip was like the sound of the whip breaking through the sound barrier*, and I was so frightened that I shrank back.
As much as I hated Quint, his wolf-like wail pierced my heart and evoked sympathy and pity. I figured since he didn't dare to resist the ravages of the whip, he would run. With the strength of his stature, he certainly would not lose to his father in the speed of running, which was a hundred times better than being whipped on his stomach, but in fact he did not even dare to move passively. Suddenly I realized that this was in his dream, that outsiders could neither interfere with him nor influence him, that he was the master of his own nightmares, that his dreams changed with his own mind, and that his problems could only be solved and resolved by himself, and that no one else could interfere or be able to interfere.
While I was thinking wildly, a drop of water suddenly fell and dripped on the tip of my nose. I looked up and saw a crack in the roof of the house, which I knew was a sign that the nightmare was coming to an end. I was ascending, and Quint's father was still whipped in place, but the other side of him was empty, and Quint was in the air.
In the blink of an eye, I opened my eyes and I had woken up in the real world. I turned my head to look at Quint, who was sitting a short distance to my right, who was also awake. At this moment, he lowered his head, frowned, his hands were bruised, and he was pinching each other indiscriminately, and it could be seen that he was still immersed in a nightmare. It turns out that an arrogant and rude person like him also has a deep desire to make himself afraid and miserable!
I couldn't be happier. Although I experienced the dreams of my teammate Quint, it wasn't very funny, but it was nothing better to finally banish my own murderous sleepwalking. I've never felt so sure-footed in my heart. Amanda was looking at me and I felt it. I met his gaze and looked back. His smile was charming, and I was looking at it intently, and I could read the meaning of his smile, and he was approving what I had done in my dreams. I don't know exactly what he saw through the virtual network, but that's not the point right now, the important thing is that I got out of the nightmare and saved not only everyone's lives, but also my own soul. We smiled at each other and looked at each other for a long time.