The dream was illuminated by a soft white light, and the sense of attention was even stronger, and he realized that the dream was gradual.

There is no need to find a comparison, and the gradual increase in the brightness of the dream is the length of the stay, as well as the increasingly delayed waking time point and irresistible falling asleep. Since the appearance of "white light", the author has never eaten breakfast again.

All knowledge was applied to explain the current situation, but nothing was found. After many self-examinations and examinations by colleagues, from the "Physiognomy" to the new treatise that will be written, they are forced to admit that there are indeed diseases in this world that are beyond their understanding.

According to the recorded trend, within about two months, in fact, it may be shorter, and waking up and falling asleep will overlap, falling into a dream that never wakes up. Even if the body is carefully cared for, sooner or later various problems will arise and it will lead to death.

This was a big blow to the will, causing the record to skip several dates.

Eventually, though, he returned, intending to spend his last days documenting the rare disease as a first-hand witness, and to finish the book with a trusted friend before then, which could have a huge impact on the entire system.

When referring to that book, Kraft could feel his pride more than his obsession with death.

What is more humiliating is that before the death threat, people are willing to try anything, including the church, which has always been disdainful of it. After a friend with a church background invited a priest to exorcise evil spirits to no avail, he offered a last resort and arranged for him to stay in the church for a few days.

If Heavenly Father doesn't save the unbelievers, then at least his own territory will not be desecrated by evil spirits, right?

However, due to the poor relationship between the content of the work and the church, the author has never been able to pull his children to live in it, and I have to bow my head to the group of "pedantic" priests, bishops, and seminary colleagues who are "full of holy water in their heads" and do not look up. In the real sense, the friends who "have hands and eyes to the sky" do not know where to entrust, so I arranged a place for the author on the top floor of the church's bell tower.

Except for the hunchbacked bell ringers who come to deliver food every day, no one will disturb the last tranquility of this piece, and it is convenient to keep time.

Unable to resist his friend, he moved to the top of the bell tower with his luggage, reluctantly but rigorously noting down the environmental changes. In this place dozens of meters above the ground, I grabbed the remaining half a day to complete the last volume of the manuscript, followed by some proofreading work.

And the development of the dream is also deepened to the next stage. The contents of the dreams became more and more real and detailed, and he found that he had a little ability to control his body in dreams, and he could move his fingers to touch the wet head of the bed. He even wondered if he would be able to live in a dream after he could no longer wake up.

It can be seen that the author quickly passed the period of fear, denial, anger and frustration.

The turning point of events occurs after gaining the ability to move in dreams in the true sense of the word. When he woke up from the steam-soaked bed with his favorite scalpel in his hand, he instinctively opened the window to see not the sun hanging high in the sky, nor the moonlight in the middle of the night that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Rather, it is a strange celestial body. Nearly half a page of descriptive adjectives were written down and blacked out, saying only that it was "impossible to take your eyes off" and "felt like an extraordinary experience."

He stared at it for a long time, as if it were only for a moment, and when he woke up again, he saw the sunrise after a long absence, and his body hung on the windowsill. Fortunately, the kind bell-ringer heard the sound and rushed to save his life, otherwise this great discovery would not have had a chance to be recorded.

At this point, the author has finally found the key to dreams.

[Good familiar routine]

Reading this, Kraft has basically figured out what happened to the author of the manuscript, which is different from his own experience. He continued to look down.

After temporarily finding the "exit" of the dream, the author began to think about what brought me here, and what the bright white light that often appears in dreams means.

Before he could figure it out, new symptoms appeared. He noticed a strange change in his perspective, seeing a paper in a drawer while writing at his desk, and even his own organs, often accompanied by indescribable discomfort.

The manuscript describes this as a baby's crampedness, as if the world was too low to contain his soul.

Unlike Craft's experience of being knocked on the window in the middle of the night, the author finally discovered that the source of the white light was to open the window and look down at it. A soft-bodied, bright creature with countless wrists, feet, and appendages cruising in the water poured into the city by the Tham River, trying to climb the towering façade of the Clock Tower.

At the sight of him, the thing let out a roar that sounded like "a thousand organs and ten thousand bloodshot vocal cords." With a single glance, he understood where the power that had drawn him into his dreams came from, and the huge height difference hindered its predation.

I must thank that friend, although there is no Heavenly Father's protection, but the tower built by the Heavenly Father's followers has given me a chance to escape by gazing at that celestial body.

There was a long tug-of-war between man and that creature, and every night I had to realize as quickly as possible that I was in a dream and looked directly at the celestial object, which would relentlessly climb the tower.

He faithfully recorded the process of this story, which would be regarded as a grotesque story for ordinary people, and described in great detail the first few days when he understood the essential meaning of "perspective", and from the first few days, he was able to intuitively feel the power that involved the dream and confront it.

"I feel that I am metamorphosing, that my soul is becoming something real, and that the human body cannot match it." "And it's impossible to tell whether this metamorphosis comes from 'exercise' or from repeatedly seeing that beautiful celestial body." ”

["Beautiful" celestial bodies? 】

"I should get rid of that creature, I've thought of a lot of ways to deal with people who aren't very intelligent, but is it really worth it? This would lose the only way to enter that world. ”

"It's a key, a key that will follow me, a key that can lead me to the other side, or it can ......"

A genius idea is written in the pen of the recorder, and he should not kill it, but should continue to maintain this dangerous balance. As long as he could find a way for others to be perceived by it, it would become a kind of "magic" that would cause anyone nearby to make contact disappear into thin air.

However, there are two problems with this "magic" to solve: one is that the user is essentially on the same level as the recipient and must consciously resist it for a long time; The second is to find a medium through which the recipient can be perceived in the same way as the congenitally sensitive person.

He solved the second problem.

……

……

[I seem to understand part of it]

Kraft put away the page, and the record ended, leaving the page that was presumably mold-encroached with the Holy Text, which is now irreversible.

That's enough to explain part of the story – the research-minded initiator figured out the predation mechanism of deep creatures and then developed a simple little application. The manuscript then wandered into the hands of a believer who was likely to be similarly entangled.

Yes, it's all right.

The ushers who emit a white halo, another world, a circle hanging high in the air. The angel image in the hall with many arms and legs and many soft toes also corresponded.

But the current situation cannot be explained by this alone, how can the rampant fungus and parasitic shells have anything to do with creeping creatures? This only helped him to find the possibility of the origins of paganism.

But at least the identity of the "angel" is clear. Anyway, he couldn't figure it out for a while, and Kraft planned to deal with it first before thinking about it.

"Koop, light a fire."

Break the seal and line up the oil by the window, separate a jar and pour it on the ground. An old tried-and-true trap has been replicated in the study.

As expected, the center of the mushroom's red halo that indicates the location of the other party slowly lights up with white light.

It's just that this time the white light is different from the experience, like a layer of uneven veil fog, but the overall brightness is far beyond the past, exceeding the extreme state of the same kind seen in Wendeng Port.

"Mr. Craft, I'll throw the torch later?" Koop lit the torch he had with him, and saw Kraft staring at the white light that seemed to rise in front of him, as if he was thinking about something out of place.

The brightness grows and grows endlessly, to the point of dazzling, but it still maintains a sense of softness and tranquility that violates the harmony, and at this time, even the servants who only have a side in memory feel that something is wrong.

"Koop, you and Martin go down the hallway first, go to the higher the better. Then look up. Taking the torch, Kraft commanded quickly and clearly, "Remember, make sure it's not chasing you before you look at it." ”

"Looking up?"

"Yes, go up and look up, look for the moon in the sky, and then you can go back. Now, go right away. ”

"That ......" Martin wanted to ask something, but Coop didn't hesitate to drag him back to the mushroom-filled hallway.

Push the desk away and draw your sword from its sheath. The white light fluctuated and rose, and the condensation on the mushroom umbrella in the room was red, and it was soon obscured by a more intense light.

Kraft heard the sound of the courtyard wall below being crushed. A mushroom-covered "pillar of light" rises in front of the window, and its shape is no less than that of a giant tree that has grown in the forest for tens or hundreds of years, flexing and twisting in sections like a paradoxical self-contradiction, forming the action of turning to the window.

Then came the second and third, and countless light tumors and appendages grew magnificent and flourishing bacteria, such as soft scaly lips and folded brocade, which modified the mouthparts that spit out dentition and spores, like a giant python ball with extremely colorful and dangerous colors.

"It all makes sense...... "muttering to himself in front of the whispering of thousands of bacteria in the throat cavity is not worth a sigh. If fungi drive the human shell in this world, what should they infect in the depths?

A long list of deep giant husks shaped by the nutrients of the entire forest.

"Edward, why didn't the church burn you for three days and three nights!" Now this thing can't be burned out in three days and three nights.