Nothing in the world is accidental, only necessarily exists, and dreams are the same. - "The Interpretation of Dreams"

The sky was gray, revealing a faint light, accompanied by a light breeze.

It is a city, standing above the boundless wasteland, but it is full of dead silence, like a ruin. Dizi was in the middle of the city, looking around blankly, people coming and going, but his face was empty, and his flat face had no facial features.

There are birds skimming in the sky, and people have three claws.

Is that...... Ba, the mind and spirit of the departed. Di Zi'an looked at the huge strange bird, and the sense of absurdity became deeper and deeper. People have no face, but birds have human faces. Is this the world after death? Thick clouds obscured the sky, and behind that lead-like cumulus cloud, there was a heavy sound from time to time, like a great hammer striking the heavens, the sound of cracking.

Yes, where have I heard such a voice.

Di Zi'an looked up at the sky, and the human-faced bird stopped on the telephone pole on one side, looking at Di Zi'an looking up at the sky.

Unlike any previous time, this time he has absolute control over himself, in this dream, Di Zi'an looked at the arm raised casually, and gently waved his hand in the direction where the human-faced bird was, the silent air seemed to flow, and the wind rose in the closed world, and then the human-faced bird hissed and flew away from the telephone pole.

The human face on the "Ba" Flute Ann had seen before, and it was Grant's face...... Di Zi'an doesn't feel guilty about what he did before, and even feels that he just did the right thing. And even so, being watched by such a bird with Grant's face still made Di Zi'an feel very uncomfortable.

No...... Maybe it's not as simple as putting on Grant's face, maybe it's Grant.

In ancient Egyptian mythology, after death, the character represented by a person's mind and spirit would survive in the form of a bird, lying dormant at night until the body decayed. And the soul of man will go to the underworld and be weighed by the scales of Hades, and those who are lighter than the feathers will go to the land of bliss, and those who are heavier will be fed to the crocodiles......

The soul, spirit, and body of mortals are separated.

This is the foundational theorem of Greco-Egyptian alchemy. Mortals cannot manipulate their minds in the same way that they control their bodies, and therefore mortals cannot move freely in dreams. The spirit rises and falls in dreams, and only gifted people can maintain a clear awareness in their dreams, and if you want to act freely in dreams, it is not just natural to be able to describe it.

This is a state that can only be attained through extremely systematic practice. Buddhism, meditation at home, meditation by Kabbalists, and alchemists refining the human body are all aimed at mastering one's own spirit. This is the first step in promotion, and the spirit runs through the flesh. Inheriting Norma's legacy, Dizi'an completed the first step of promotion in the world of memory, so she maintained absolute self-consciousness in her dreams at this time, and even tried to identify which ones were the products of her subconscious and which were uninvited villains......

Yes, there is something, even if it has not yet manifested, but Dizian clearly feels that something unknown has invaded this dream world. Dizi'an looked around, the faceless pedestrians walking and stopping, the towering houses without temperature, the products of modern life, telephone poles, telegraph kiosks, and vending machines on one side.

Dizi'an couldn't see anything special about them, the Grant human-faced bird just now was nowhere to be seen, but that thing was impressive. So what are the products of your own subconscious? This question points to the nature of dreams.

What is the nature of dreams?

It's willingness. Dreams also have a purpose, which is to fulfill one's own wishes. What is his own will? Di Zi'an looked at this strange and familiar city, this is the illusion woven by his subconscious, the city like the underworld, what do he want?

Why don't you have faces, the pedestrians around you are bustling, busy and empty passing by Di Zi'an, what are you? Are you human? As if hearing Di Zi's inquiry, those pedestrians stopped like a machine, their bodies did not move, but they turned their heads to look at Di Zi'an, even if there was nothing on it. The most terrifying thing is a few friends who are far away, their bodies are still in the direction of walking, but their heads are turned in a full circle.

This is enough to make people's legs weak and their hairs stand on end, and Di Zi'an just nodded as if he had been answered,

It's not human...... Yes, there is no shadow under you. Di Zi'an noticed at this time that in the dim halo of the sky barely penetrating the clouds, these pedestrians had no shadows, and looked at his feet, well, there were shadows.

Sure enough, I am still a human being...... Di Zi'an looked at the pedestrians around him, since you are not human, I can invite you,

Disappear?

This time the response was even more violent, and the faces without facial features roared towards the sky in unison, and I don't know how this sound came from, but I saw them walking towards Di Zi'an with their teeth and claws, and the friends who were close even couldn't wait to pounce on it, like moths to a fire. And it did fall into the fire.

Flames as deep as the blue sea rose from the flute, and the moment they touched these strange pedestrians, they spread instantly, one after another, into the depths of the city, as if in the blink of an eye, the empty streets were empty, only the blue flames that slowly extinguished on the ground.

Dizi stood quietly in the fire, unscathed, how did this fire come about? It seemed that he just wanted it, and the flame rose automatically. Di Zi'an looked around, this should be the case, the invading foreign objects were burned clean, and then his gaze froze.

Di Zi'an saw that the telephone pole where the human-faced bird had been parked before, in the white dim light, there was no shadow on the ground. Looking around again, there was no shadow of everything in the light on the street. Then he lowered his head and looked at the deep shadow behind him, the darkness squirmed, and there was a face taking shape in the darkness, and a shadow like a tentacle drilled out of his shadow, infinitely magnified in front of his eyes, and in just an instant, the world changed. The sky shone with blood-colored light, and a thick mist rose from afar, engulfing the entire dead city in an instant.

The sights in all directions disappeared, and when I turned around, I couldn't see the shadow under me in the white mist, or I was pulled here by something in the shadow. Di Zi'an knew that something was coming, just like the previous dream, step by step, slowly approaching.

But now I'm not without resistance. The azure lines on the back of Di Zi'an's hand flashed, and at this time he was a miracle of the unity of spirit and body, and his spirituality was stronger than before, so he caught the shadow that was approaching him behind the thick fog.

It's a pity, if the azure spear is still there, Di Zi'an subconsciously moved his right hand, but there is nothing there, and the devastating power in the rune world in the past makes him unforgettable, I don't know if I can have that level of power in my lifetime. The fog broke, and the flute jumped back in response, and the pitch-black tentacle-like thing missed the blow and retracted into the fog again. Di Zi'an's eyes glowed with cyan flames, and in the mist, there was a shadow moving, like a vicious dog.

Di Zi'an looked at his right hand, where the lines on the back of his hand rose a warm firelight, deep, sea-like fire, wrapped his hand, the shadow in the fog hit fiercely again, Di Zi'an fell to his side, a gust of wind roared past him, Di Zi'an turned around in an instant when he fell to the ground, exerted force in a posture that was impossible for normal human body structure, and jumped to the shadow that was still in place in an instant, burning the dark blue fire and slamming his fist hard......

The fog then rolled upside down and dissipated, and Di Zi'an looked at what was left in front of him, it was something similar to a dog, but with a large tentacle at the skull. Most of the so-called aetheric creatures are such uninformed things, and their recipes vary, some feed on the chaotic and twisted spirits of intelligent life, while others can directly invade the material world, among which those as powerful as Imoku can even do things with the world, but they often grow into something strange.

Although I don't know what kind of aetheric creatures this thing is, but this is probably the end, the monster in front of me was burned to ashes in the flames, and the surrounding situation has returned to normal, Di Zi'an looked at the world that is still dead and silent, what does this dream mean?

Every dream is derived from desire, but it is defended and resisted by consciousness. Dizian looked at the telephone pole without a shadow, on which were the human-faced birds that stopped and returned, Grant's face became clearer and clearer under Dizian's gaze, and even Dizian could see the lips moving on that face, he was saying word by word, he was saying,

"You, this, a, monster, thing. ”

What are you kidding, look at who you are a monster like that now, looking at Grant's ugly appearance, Di Zi'an couldn't help but want to laugh a little, but suddenly found that he couldn't laugh out loud, he could only look at his hands in a daze, wait, how could he still have a shadow?

Di Zi'an was stunned, the thing that inhabited the shadow of the dream should have burned away, but how could he still have a shadow......

The face in the shadow was what Di Zi'an would see every day when he woke up, his lips did not move, and then he said,

"You're not human anymore, Dizian. ”

For a while, the thick fog engulfed the world, and Di Zi'an seemed to hear the headless bird incarnated by Grant laughing at herself, so annoying, the laughter was hoarse and ugly, louder than loud, noisy around her, not a human being...... So what.

Dizian put his hand into the fog and grabbed the human-faced bird's throat violently, and the laughter stopped abruptly, and Dizian pulled the human-faced bird in front of him, looking directly at the face, and the burning flames in his eyes,

"I want to be, anomaly. "Above the canopy, the sound of breaking finally exploded, the clouds were torn, the light of the sky fell through the cracks, dispelling the thick fog, and the faces in the shadows sighed silently and slowly dissipated,

Yes, this is my desire, I long for a life that is not extraordinary, I long for the splendor beyond the mortal, I long for a journey full of stars, if I have to become something that is not human in order to get all this,

Then let me be an anomaly.