"So you had two dreams last night?" William held the rudder in one hand, and only part of his vision was drawn to the surface of the mixed river in front of him, and most of it was in the upper reaches of the coastal hills, always controlling the course in the middle of the river.

Since returning to the ship, free from that distrust of the dirt and rocky ground beneath his feet, his mental state has improved with the length of the voyage, and it would have been better if it hadn't been for someone's repeated night fright.

The river is calm and does not require much energy to turn the rudder frequently, so the captain can still make small talk to the visitors.

"If you dream that you wake up, it's two." Probably no one has invented a standard way of defining it, and Kraft doesn't know whether to distinguish it in terms of coherence or content, but can only describe it in general terms, "two nested, connected dreams." ”

"Dreams within dreams are not unusual."

"But the content is special, so I'm wondering if you've been dreaming about those things lately." In line with the principle of parallel control, only a control sample can reveal the difference, after experiencing these things, who can guarantee that they are not scared out of any mental problems?

Since it is to be compared, it is necessary to ensure that the conditions are similar. The only two people here who have had a deep experience together are Koop and William.

The former really didn't sleep very well, but most of it was related to the first hands-on. This servant has done a good job of training and is able to swing his weapon correctly and deliver the hammer to each enemy at the right speed without hurting himself.

To tell the truth, I've been chasing more with reading books recently, switching sources, and reading aloud with more timbre,.. Both Android and Apple are available. 】

When you are out of the tense battle, the death caused by intense emotions numbs and ebbs faster than the half-life of short-acting drugs.

When the sun came out the next day, and I saw clearly the results of my own work, the excitement of being recognized for my internship for the first time last night was gone, and with it a kind of confusion and fear that people could be so fragile.

He was able to see himself in the body of the deceased. Since life can pass away quickly from those human or inhuman wounds, life will not stay for him for a second more when the same fate finds itself.

Content related to violence and death haunted Koop for a while. He also sought guidance from Kraft, but Kraft had no direct experience of "why people inflict such horrific violence on their own kind, and how they can reconcile themselves."

Indirect experience from elders says that few of the veterans he knows have similar situations, and if they do, they pass quickly. Now that I think about it, it's probably survivorship bias.

As a result, the contents related to broken bones, collapsed chest cavity, and unfettered blood frequently patronize the dreamland, and Mr. Hu Cong must rely on himself to get through this level and truly obtain the "certificate".

Kraft also confirmed that Coop's situation was completely different from his own, and went on deck to find William, who seemed to be suffering from "land phobia".

Obviously, the latter no longer want to talk about hills, caves, especially those that are deeply involved. He turned his head away, touched his slearing beard, and coughed dryly, probably to indicate that he had heard.

Then there was no follow-up. The two stood in the earthy crosswind of the valley and watched the sailors adjust the mainsail angle. To the rhythmic beat of a boat song with an intimate northern accent, the mast is pulled into the right position step by step, ensuring that the ship is not blown to one side of the riverbank.

This is of course also what William demands. Even though the occasional patches of green and yellow vegetation on the low hills on the shore showed that they were approaching the edge of the southern hills, the haunting black hollows still appeared here and there from time to time in the mountains, each of which signaled the existence of something terrible, and the larger ones were still clearly visible across the wide river.

He would have imagined that in the distant past, they dominated the surface of the earth like whales dominated the sea, jumping out frequently and throwing rocky waves and rocky rain. The devastated southern hills are a testament to those terrible times.

The distance of tens of meters from the shore did not make him feel safe when he saw the holes, and he often had to watch them disappear from view and enter the next twist of the river.

Perhaps only when he enters the familiar ocean and cannot see half of the land can he truly feel at ease.

Fortunately, this goal is not far off, and when it reaches the confluence with the Tem River, the mouth of the sea is in sight, and then the sea journey back to the port of comfort.

"In two days, we'll be able to go into the Tem and say goodbye to these things." William turned his head back, his gaze always made people feel that he was constantly on the alert of the coastal hills, and it was rare for him to pause for a moment, "Can't you let me live in peace for a few days?" ”

There was some resentment in his tone, like a demon who hadn't slept for a few days. It is understandable that he would not be at peace if someone had occupied his exclusive territory for several days in a row, and who often made noises at night, drew his sword at the air, and talked about terrible, real-based dreams, causing him to have a nervous breakdown. Even if that person had just gotten his life out of hell.

William's beard was half deep from the slick and high-quality fur to the unkempt grass of the southern hills, and the poor air conditions were all to Kraft.

"Just ask, I promise I won't describe those things to you, okay?" Kraft raised his hands to indicate that he was absolutely harmless, and gave up telling William about his experiences in the depths of Wenden Harbour, lest he exacerbate his already unstable mental state and hair quality.

In two successive encounters, Clough observed the reactions of others, and deliberately realized that he might be a little different.

Taking William and Coop as examples, the great impact has somewhat changed their three views. The creeping things in the deep tide destroyed the influence of the church in half a lifetime at once, and changed Koop's outlook on life to a certain extent. William's impact on this experience was even more pronounced, directly reversing his perception of water versus land.

Kraft, on the other hand, showed a magical stability. He didn't know if to describe it that way, but the near-death experience alone was impactful enough; The conflict between merging new senses, level transfers, and normal senses is not in harmony, not to mention a whole mental illness, and it is normal to have some functional impairment.

In fact, before that, he had not experienced any anomalies that would affect his normal life. Therefore, after the nightmares that plagued me for days, in addition to reflecting on my mental state, the consideration of other possibilities was also put on the agenda.

"Okay, okay."

It seems that Kraft will not be able to get rid of Kraft if he does not answer this question today, and William reluctantly recalls his recent sleep. Truth be told, the part that is closest to the nightmare is Kraft's narration. There seems to be a magic in that description, and there is an atmosphere beyond words that imbues the mind with those deep unreasonable experiences.

The narrator himself is unaware of this, and the listener tosses and turns with the real feeling of being there again, unable to sleep, and finally falls asleep when he is physically unable to support it, and the exhaustion of being forced to stay up late makes him sleep soundly, and he does not even have the energy to dream.

"No, I don't have this symptom at all. The next time I'm here I'd like to hear something more pleasant, like how we're going to turn this secret into a pile of gold coins. Now only the original purpose of this journey, the gold Westminster coin, can soothe his soul. And Kraft, it is better to disappear from the deck sooner.