execution boy

A harsh alarm sound woke me up suddenly.

"Mark, what do you think?" A handsome man stood in front of me and handed me a towel.

I looked around, not knowing for a moment where I was.

Oh yes, I'm in a California clinic.

I shook my head and smiled, took the towel and wiped my sweat: "Thank you, Dr. Doug."

Dr. Doug, partner in the California clinic, my doctor, and my teacher.

"You have been sleeping for a long time Mr. Mark, can you tell me what you have seen?"

I frowned: "It's still the same dream, but a little different."

Mr. Doug handed me a cup of black tea: "In fact, many people will dream continuously, and many dreams will be connected into stories."

I nodded: "I know, but these dreams made me feel unbelievable."

Mr. Doug asked me how I felt incredible.

I thought about it: "Every time I'm in the house in my dream, the layout is exactly the same, the candies in the drawer, the books on the bedside table, the paintings in the living room... very realistic, but I think I have the ability to do it The memory of details in the consciousness structure is okay, but what surprised me the most was that last time Zhao Yi got bruised on his forehead because of playing ball. This time I entered the dream again, and Zhao Yi’s forehead was all healed. Leaving a shallow scar."

"You mean your dreams are gradual?"

I nodded: "Yes, Mr. Doug."

Mr. Doug: "That is to say, every time in your dream, the living room furnishings, schools, and people you see are all changed in detail on the same basis, right?"

I nodded: "That's right."

He looked at me meaningfully, as if looking forward to it: "You, do you remember the people in the dream, what do they look like?"

I said: "This is the strangest thing about me. In my dream, I clearly remember their smiles, but when I get out of the dream, it becomes very blurry, as if it is just a figure."

Mr. Doug smiled: "Mr. Mark, maybe you can try to get a license and become a real hypnotist."

Rinaton Doug used to be a famous hypnotist in California. I was frightened three months ago and always had strange dreams. All kinds of corpses were placed in front of me. The house, the damp and cold air, the unrepentant eyes, the soul walking towards me...

This kind of dream has troubled me for a long time. The housekeeper felt that if this situation continued, I might become depressed, so he thought of physical therapy.

The housekeeper invited Mr. Doug to the house, and he came to the house every week, or I went to the California clinic, and asked him to give me a hypnosis to eliminate my inner fear.

Mr. Doug treated my fear with the method of training me. He said that if you want to leave the dark place, then you have to build a sunny building for yourself. You must stock up on building materials, carry out decoration design, and learn construction skills. You must have command and management skills, learn to control your dreams, and if you learn to control, you will not be afraid.

I think what he said makes sense, so I use his method to hypnotize myself actively every time.

But a month ago, I always had the same dream under his hypnosis. I dreamed that I was taken to China by Uncle Chen. Uncle Chen was arrested by the police, and I was abandoned in a cellar. An aunt surnamed Hu adopted her and brought her back home.

This dream lasted for a month, and I felt more and more incredible, as if I had really experienced it myself.

But how is it possible?I was born here since I was a child and never left this place. I remember that I had my own biological parents. My mother was very beautiful and gentle. She was completely different from the crazy woman who fell from the building in my dream. My father loved her very much. Me, every time I go out and come back, I will bring me a gift.

It's just that they were busy with work and seldom came home... Speaking of which, I haven't seen them for a long time.

I have very little impression of China, but because my mother is Taiwanese, my mother took me to Taiwan for two years when I was a child, basically living with my grandfather, who speaks English very well, so I don’t have any problems at home. How to learn Chinese, so even though I know a little bit of Chinese, it is absolutely impossible to use a lot of Chinese to communicate with others like in my dream, which is simply unbelievable.

I told Mr. Doug about this situation, and he told me not to pay too much attention to it. The human subconscious is very mysterious, and it is a part that I cannot or have not recognized. Perhaps the two years of living in Taiwan have made me more familiar with Chinese. I was very interested, so in the dream I chose to communicate with others in Chinese.

I think what he said made sense, because even though I was learning Chinese in my dream, my knowledge of Chinese was pitiful. If I were to communicate with a Chinese in real life, I would have no way.

Learning hypnosis is a very interesting thing. Mr. Doug said that I am very talented. I can make my dreams develop in just three months. Development is an important way for dreams to be comparable to reality. I think this may be The reason why my dreams can have continuous stories.

Slowly, the sweet dreams did make me forget the nightmares, and I was awakened by the nightmares less and less, but such continuous development of dreams made me dependent.

Every time I see Mr. Doug, I am very happy, not only because he is handsome, but also because I know that I can see the Zhao family again.

I look forward to every little thing that happens in the dream, and I even look forward to what Zhao Cheng and Zhao Yi in the dream will look like when they grow up.

When I came out of the California clinic, it was already raining lightly outside.

I bought an umbrella from the store and walked on Guer Road, suddenly I had an unrealistic idea, maybe the world in the dream is real, but I am dreaming now?

Mr. Doug said that if I was lucky, maybe I could know in my dream that I was dreaming.

Knowing that you are dreaming may be a very interesting thing.

There is no one in my family, and I am the only one left in Nuo Da’s house. I always ask the housekeeper when his parents will come back, and the housekeeper always says kindly, “Soon, I’ll be back when I’m done.”

I have a feeling that I have lived alone in this house since I was born.

I felt something was wrong, but every day a butler came to deliver food to me, and the people around me were very enthusiastic, so I didn't think about it.

I have no time to take care of these, because every night I am plagued by nightmares, and my spirit becomes more and more depressed. The housekeeper told me to take medicine and stop going to school. I listened to his advice and cultivated at home, but it still had no effect.

Those tranquilizers became a burden on my body.

It was a month after I saw Mr. Doug again. When he saw me, he was startled: "Mr. Mark, why have you lost weight?"

I was miserable: "I must not have you, I will continue to lose weight, Mr. Doug."

Mr. Doug shook his head: "Dreams are also dependent. A good dream is like a beautiful wish, allowing you to live in another fantasy world, but that is not true, you still have to return to reality , Mr. Mark."

I lay on the couch I dreamed of, Mr. Doug closed the curtains tightly, I closed my eyes, listened to Mr. Doug's guidance, and slowly walked into the dream I dreamed of.

It was a rainy night, and Zhao Yi and I ran home quickly, and saw that the door of our house was wide open, and a small circle of people surrounded it, including Aunt Li next door, all holding umbrellas and looking outside. Surprised, but everyone was silent and did not speak.

Zhao Yi frowned: "Did Dad forget to lock the door when he left? Why are you more confused than me?"

When I entered the yard, I smelled a pungent smell, a bit similar to the firecrackers I played when I was a child, but the smell was stronger.

Uncle Zhao's car was in the yard. The front of the car was hit, and the license plate was hanging diagonally on it. Zhao Yi's brows became tighter: "Why did this car hit?"

The door was open. Zhao Yi grabbed my hand and pushed the door open. I felt a little bit in my heart, as if the sky was falling apart.

There was a dead body in the living room, with a pale complexion, wearing the goose-yellow plaid dress I often see, with a red chest, it was Aunt Hu.

I knelt at the door with limp legs, watching Zhao Yi shaking Aunt Hu like crazy, and the sound of the police car honking outside was getting closer and closer.

When I woke up again, Mr. Doug asked me: "Did you see your beautiful dream?"

I touched the corners of my eyes, which were full of tears, and smiled wryly: "I don't think I will have any more nightmares."

Because the dream just now was more terrifying than any nightmare.