There is a period in the dream

Zhong Chengming woke up at one o'clock in the morning.

He opened his eyes in the darkness, wondering why he hadn't dreamed just now.Everything seems to have returned to the normal state not long ago, there are no repeated dreams, and there is no one who suddenly broke into his dreams.Zhong Chengming's mind was empty, without any afterimages.

The drowsiness seemed to have passed, Zhong Chengming lay down for a while, and decided to get up and take some sleep aids.He has an important meeting tomorrow.To deal with crowded occasions, he must ensure that he has enough concentration.He needs sleep.

On his way to the kitchen he passed the door and heard the ding of the elevator outside.

Zhong Chengming thought of the blue-eyed neighbor, and couldn't help guessing what kind of work he was doing, and he didn't get home until early in the morning every night.

Zhong Chengming returned to bed after taking the medicine, waiting for the absorption, distribution and metabolism of the medicine.Not long after, the feeling of heaviness came, and this time he managed to return to his dream.

is it timeOn the boundary line between dream and reality, Zhong Chengming thinks so.

Did he have to fall asleep for a certain period of time before he was trapped in that dream?

After returning to the dream, Meng Heyu remembered everything: the person last night was Zhong Chengming, a scientist engaged in bioengineering, the mansion in the rain was his home 20 years ago, and he was shackled in a dream about his childhood.

Meng Heyu has two memories of Zhong Chengming, the one in the dream and the real one.And these two kinds of memories are not connected to each other, remembering Zhong Chengming in the dream but not remembering the real Zhong Chengming, and vice versa.

Meng Heyu climbed into the second floor of Zhong's house again following the path of the petty theft last night.Zhong Chengming, who was still tied up in the chair, turned into a teenager this time. He didn't show any surprise after seeing Meng Heyu. Obviously, he also had an impression of what happened last night.

For Zhong Chengming, the memory of Meng Heyu is also divided into two, the reality and the dream are not connected to each other.But his situation is better, because he can vaguely feel that the beautiful face in front of him is a little familiar.

"Shall I help you untie?" Meng Heyu offered, and Zhong Chengming nodded slightly.

This time Meng Heyu took the scissors directly and cut the knot with one blow.Zhong Chengming stood up from the chair, twisted his wrist and looked at the exquisite antique clock on the desk.It will be a while before Dad comes back.

"I have already made an appointment for hypnotherapy, but the schedule is still a few days away," he told Meng Heyu. "Before that, we still have to come back here every night."

Hearing that Zhong Chengming was looking for a solution to the problem, Meng Heyu couldn't help showing joy: "That's great, maybe we can also find the reason in the dream. Tell me, is there something special about this house?"

Zhong Chengming pondered for a while, then shook his head: "This is the house in the dream, but it is just a manifestation of a dream, and the crux should be at a deeper level."

Even though he was only a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, Zhong Chengming still had a mature official tone in his speech, which was reflected in the choice of words and sentences.Meng Heyu only felt that every word he said had its own authoritative certification, which was very trustworthy, and immediately agreed with him.

Ask again: "What is the deeper layer?"

"It should be my state of mind, after all, this is my dream."

Meng Heyu looked down at Zhong Chengming's red wrist, which was strangled by the hemp rope, and he knew it.Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the childhood of the person in front of him was not happy, and the influence of childhood is far-reaching, or the tone of a person's psychological state throughout his life.

"My current speculation is that maybe something happened to me in the real world that I don't even know about, such as unintentionally exposed to some psychological hints," Zhong Chengming continued, "and then I started to have this dream non-stop, after all This scene-"

He pointed to the red velvet chair with silver trim. A hemp rope thick as an index finger was still hanging between the two armrests, like a precarious suspension bridge.

"This scene really has reason to impress a child deeply." Zhong Chengming said.

Most childhood memories are vague, and those that can be clearly preserved until adulthood should indeed be the most unique.

Although this uniqueness makes people abandon it.

Zhong Chengming went on to narrate: "I remember this scene clearly, so after receiving relevant psychological hints, I began to dream of it every night. This is the best explanation I can think of. And you, I presume are a person I created. Come out man, my brain wants to—”

Before he finished speaking, Meng Heyu couldn't help interjecting: "I agree with the first half, but the second half is wrong. I was not created by you. Like you, I also have my own real life. I introduced it, I have my own parents, one Russian and one Chinese."

"Then why did you appear in my dream?" The most reasonable explanation was overturned, Zhong Chengming couldn't help frowning, "And I feel that you are the key to this series of events, maybe you are my imaginary playmate , My brain wants to heal the past trauma, so I made up your image, and when I can fully recover from the trauma, this dream will disappear."

This is true for Zhong Chengming, because he has to admit that Meng Heyu is unbiased in his aesthetics, especially those pure blue eyes.

Meng Heyu was about fifteen or sixteen years old, the purest age.

He just stands here, with his hands hanging at his sides, such a simple image, in Zhong Chengming's eyes, is infinitely close to heaven.

Changed to a common sentence, that is, Meng Heyu looks exactly like his sniper, with a [-]% hit rate, which makes Zhong Chengming have to suspect that this person is simply imagined by himself.

But Meng Heyu didn't know Zhong Chengming's evidence that couldn't be announced, and only thought about Zhong Chengming's deduction, which was indeed reasonable to him.

But to him, Meng Heyu: "It doesn't make sense, because I really am me. I was trapped in your dream, not created by you. Think about it, your brain wants to make up a dream for you. My friend, why would you fabricate a mixed-race person? Are you so precise that you want a mixed-race Chinese and Russian? When you grow up, you will study international trade?"

"The brain has a mind of its own."

Meng Heyu: "..."

Zhong Chengming: "Freud's iceberg theory, the consciousness we can perceive is only the tip of the iceberg, and the subconscious under the iceberg accounts for the most, about [-]%."

Meng Heyu was somewhat impressed by this statement, but he still couldn't agree with Zhong Chengming's hypothesis: "But I'm really not something you imagined."

Zhong Chengming suddenly stopped talking, and just stared at Meng Heyu, who was at a loss for what to do: "What, why..."

"But you do look like what I imagined," he finally told Meng Heyu, "you completely fit my aesthetics."

Meng Heyu's eyes were confused: "Ah? What do you mean?"

Zhong Chengming then replaced this sentence with a more straightforward vernacular:

"That is to say, you look a lot like the girl of my dreams."

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Brother Zhong directly opened up!