There is a period in the dream

Zhong Chengming's sleep quality is not good recently.

Sleep will still be able to sleep, but dreams come and go.It seems that since last week, he hasn't had a peaceful dream.

There is always one link after another, and the scenes change endlessly, stretching to the sky.He heard the voices of many people, those of parents, teachers, and doctors, all of which seemed to be covered by cloth, and they could not be heard clearly, rushing here and there like an undercurrent.

Then he began to dream of childhood, of stormy nights, of deserted mountain houses.

After waking up that day, he sat on the edge of the bed and gasped for breath for a long time, before he gradually got rid of the drowning-like suffocation brought by his dream.

Unexpectedly, the next night, he dreamed the exact same scene again, copying and pasting it, nothing changed.

Zhong Chengming has stopped psychotherapy for many years, and even once thought that everything was back on track, except for the slight social barriers that could not be overcome, such as aversion to any eye and body contact with others, such as going to crowded places.

But now is the era when everyone is afraid of the society, and these little anomalies of his are not surprising. At most, they can be classified as liking to be alone.

After dreaming of the same scene for the third time, Zhong Chengming reconnected with the counselor of the year, surnamed Zhang, who was over half a century old and was the director of his counselor when he was in college.

Zhong Chengming didn't like contact with strangers, so even after learning that Mr. Zhang had retired and returned to his hometown, he didn't plan to change to another consultant, but directly bought a plane ticket and flew across two provinces.

Teacher Zhang’s yard is full of melons and fruits. When Zhong Chengming talked with him, his eyes were always looking at the mangoes hanging heavily from the branches outside the window.

Teacher Zhang knew Zhong Chengming's temperament well, so he didn't keep him for dinner, but prepared a plate of sliced ​​watermelon, but Zhong Chengming didn't touch it.

He took the latest flight back and landed at one o'clock in the morning. From a distance, he could see that someone was being entangled at the entrance of the community, but he was soon able to get rid of it.When he entered the elevator and heard "What a coincidence, I also live on the fifth floor", he realized that the person who was entangled just now was none other than his new neighbor.

It turned out that I just moved in last week, and there was no news from the moving company. Presumably this new neighbor probably came empty-handed.

The new neighbor's name is Meng Heyu, a very oriental name, which seems to neutralize his westernized appearance.

Light-colored skin, narrow and high nose bridge, thin lips, typical European features, but no excessive hair.The chin, arms and all the exposed skin are very white and clean, with a shell-like luster.

The main reason why Zhong Chengming thinks he is a mixed race is that his hair is as black as silk, even under the light, there is no trace of brown.

The two genes of his parents competed for the right to interpret him, and they both generously displayed the most charming features, but Zhong Chengming's most memorable is his pair of dreamy blue eyes.

After closing the door, Zhong Chengming tore off his tie, breathing deeply together.

He hates looking at people. It has been a long time since he saw the eyes of a living person. The accident just now was a frightening accident, so don't worry about it.

This new neighbor is a "normal" person. A normal person likes to maintain a moderate enthusiasm. At most, they will meet and say hello and say goodbye.

Zhong Chengming accepted his existence, even though he still hoped that there would be as few people nearby as possible.

Teacher Zhang told him that it is not uncommon to dream of the same thing all the time, which shows that this incident has a profound impact on the person concerned.He asked Zhong Chengming if anything special happened recently.No.Zhong Chengming's life is between the university and his home. There is no suspicious trigger point, which can trigger his whole body and make him sleepless every night.

The final suggestion is to observe for a while, don't let everything become an enemy, maybe this dream will disappear tonight.

Zhong Chengming also knew that his situation was really inexplicable. There must be a motive for killing someone. The powerlessness in Teacher Zhang's words is also normal.

He heeded the advice, despite his strong instinct that this situation was here to stay.

Sure enough, he returned to the dream again.

It should be said that they returned to the dream again.

Meng Heyu stood outside the golden arrow fence of the mansion, and the heavy rain poured down from above, drenching him from head to toe.

The rain was so strong that he had to cover his eyes with his hands, otherwise he would not be able to open his eyelids.This scene has been repeated too many times, and now he is more aware than ever that he is in a dream.

He tried following tips for controlling lucid dreams he had read online before bed, starting by changing the weather.Concentrate, use your mind.Meng Heyu held his breath tightly, but the rain did not weaken a bit.

Meng Heyu gave up after 3 minutes.

He looked at the figure behind the casement window on the second floor.

In his memory, that figure never seemed to move at all, as if it was just a black silhouette pasted on the window.Meng Heyu stared at it for a while, wondering if that person was always there every time he dreamed, whether it was implying something.

Is that person the key to his escape from this endless rain.

Zhong Chengming sat at the table, looking out the window at the dark forest.The sound of the rain knocking on the window was very loud, and Zhong Chengming felt that the raindrops seemed to hit his body one by one, making the clothes wet and sticky.

And his deep eyebrows were as if carved out of stone statues, motionless.He is very calm, calmly able to clearly realize that this is the fourth time he has returned here.

The lampshade of the desk lamp is carved with complicated orchid patterns, which is not his aesthetic.

He closed his eyes, wishing the night would be over soon.Tomorrow he needs to contact Mr. Zhang again, maybe ask a hypnotist to intervene.

Meng Heyu went around in a circle, and finally chose the most impossible way to enter the mansion-climbing trees.

He didn't know that climbing a tree in his dream would also bring about the slight pain when his palms rubbed against the rough bark. For a moment he doubted whether this lifelike reality was a dream or reality, and he had to meditate whether it was a dream or a dream, So as not to be in a trance.

He climbed into the house from the west side of the second floor.The decoration of this mansion is quite luxurious, with fine carvings in every corner, but Meng Heyu didn't have time to savor the lined up works of art.Relying on his memory, he groped towards the room with people.

He stopped halfway, not because he met something rare, but because of a photo on the wall.

The photo is obviously a family photo, starting from the ancestors, forming a dense family map.In the photos, everyone looked serious, even the children pursed their lips.

This family environment is too depressing, Meng Heyu thought in his heart, and focused his eyes on a little boy who refused to look at the camera in the corner of the front row.

Probably being naughty, Meng Heyu didn't think about it any more, and continued walking towards that room.

The first thing he saw were books, a whole wall of books, and then a little boy sitting by the window.The first time he met him, Meng Heyu immediately understood why the figure behind the window remained motionless from the outside.

The little boy was tied behind his back in a chair.

The little boy heard the noise, opened his eyes and looked over.

The moment their eyes met, both of them showed a look of surprise. They only felt that the person on the opposite side seemed to have known each other, but they had no memory of where they had seen each other.

There was another reason for Zhong Chengming's astonishment: he didn't hate to look this person directly in the eyes, nor did he develop hostility reflexively.

Maybe it was because it was in the dream, or maybe it was because the person's appearance was too harmless.

Zhong Chengming quickly put away his surprise, and his expression became calm again.Meng Heyu was still surprised, he thought he must have seen him somewhere.He searched through boxes and boxes in his mind, and finally found it in short-term memory.

He had just seen this little boy, in that family photo, the one in the corner of the first row who refused to look at the camera.

Meng Heyu had no clue about what was happening before him, and felt like he was trapped in a huge fog: Who is this little boy?Why is he the only one in this mansion?Why is he tied up in a chair?

"Help me," the little boy said blankly, interrupting Meng Heyu's doubts, "untie the rope."

"Oh, oh..." Meng Heyu stepped forward belatedly, and clumsily began to untie the rope that tied the little boy to the chair.

Zhong Chengming wanted Meng Heyu to do this for no other reason, he just wanted to get out of here.Since you have to wait until the real self wakes up no matter what, then wait comfortably, after all, in this dream, all perceptions are false.

He didn't know who the person suddenly appeared in front of him, but he vaguely felt that this person might be the key to help him leave this endless dream.

I don't know whether it's because the knot is too delicate or Meng Heyu's hands are too clumsy. After a while, Zhong Chengming was still firmly fixed in the chair.He sighed, and just about to ask Meng Heyu to find a pair of scissors, he asked, "Little friend, why are you tied up in a chair?"

Zhong Chengming's answer focused on the title: "You shouldn't call me a kid."

"Don't be funny," Meng Heyu poked his head out from behind him, "I guess you are five? Six?"

Zhong Chengming realized something, he turned his head to look at himself in the window.

When did you become so small...

Forget it, this is a dream, anything can happen in a dream.Zhong Chengming said calmly: "Then how old are you? Can you call me a kid?"

"I'm 24, just graduated from university," Meng Heyu said enthusiastically, "You want to call me brother!"

"Oh?" Also getting smaller?Zhong Chengming said lightly, "Do you look at the window?"

In the next second, Cheng Ming heard a voice raised in volume: "No way?!"

Meng Heyu looked at his hands, the thick layer of calluses from playing the guitar had completely disappeared, replaced by fleshy fingertips.The palm of an adult man suddenly shrank, leaving only half of its original size.

Meng Heyu touched his face: "I'm rejuvenated! I'm not dreaming—"

and many more.

Meng Heyu realized that he was indeed dreaming.

"You are indeed dreaming," Zhong Chengming confirmed to him again, "and this is my dream."