don't open your eyes [unlimited]

"Is the overall style of this dream a bit strange..."

Zhuang Die looked down, and he found that his two feet had "grown" on the ground.

The vision in the fog was really bad. Zhuang Die tried to complete the action of "building a pergola with hands", but found that his arms were so stiff that it was difficult to put them down.

His exposed skin became dry and mottled in an instant, full of ditches and scars.The response from the body became more and more sluggish and imperceptible, and there was a rustling sound when the wind was blowing over the head.

"It turned into a tree directly?"

Zhuang Die muttered in a low voice: "Can I choose what tree I want? It's not very common at this point, is the dream master the designer of a certain stream-of-consciousness horror game..."

Compared to being a tree and standing here for eternity, Zhuang Die suddenly felt that even Ling Su who was tap dancing was not so scary.

While seriously thinking about the countermeasures, Zhuang Die suddenly noticed that a figure suddenly appeared in the fog.

The figure is very vague, and it is difficult to identify the identity and gender. We can only barely rely on the body shape to speculate that most of them are also students.The other party seemed to be shopping leisurely, looking at the merchandise in the windows on both sides of the street as he walked, unknowingly getting closer to Zhuang Die.

As the other party gradually approached, a huge and difficult to ignore noise made Zhuang Die temporarily stop observing.

That kind of noise is like the rapid and regular knocking sound of the rocker when the old-fashioned steam train is running, accompanied by a long whistle and a heavy and dull breath of the cylinder.

These voices seemed to be ringing in his ears, the space began to vibrate, and the howling wind from nowhere broke into the thick fog, blowing the canopy of Zhuangdie swaying non-stop.

Zhuang Die stood where he was, forced to keep waving passionately with the wind, and prayed devoutly to the half of the leaf that was swept away by him: "Anyway, this thing must not be the embodiment of hair..."

After a few seconds, the violent vibration finally reached its peak.

A crack in the space reappeared, and that kind of real, quicksilver-like power poured out from Zhuang Die's feet, enveloping him completely.

When being pulled into the crack, Zhuang Die finally remembered the familiar whistling wind.

……

Zhuang Die opened his eyes.

The strong wind that hit his face blinded him.

The familiar feeling of pushing back against him.The scenes on both sides quickly receded, blurred to the point where he could hardly see clearly, and he was rushed into a sharp turn with a large arc...

After playing the roller coaster for an hour, Zhuang Die has already calmed down a lot.

He didn't yell anymore, he quickly took his hands out of the restraints of the seat belt, and frantically rubbed the little curly hair.After finding that none of them were missing, he finally relaxed, admiring the rapidly receding color blocks on both sides.

"Collect your thoughts."

Zhuang Die took out the recording pen: "So far, all I can unlock are these three scenes."

An amusement park where no one can be seen but is open, a class that just passed an exam and is in its last class, a small town where hooligans are besieging money at the end of a certain alley.

The most obvious connection is probably that these scenes are mostly arranged in chronological order.

"When I was young, I could go to the amusement park. When I was in elementary school, I had to finish the papers in time. If I didn't listen to the lectures, I would be tripped by the dancing teacher and fell down on my face. When I was in high school, I would be bullied. Take all your pocket money and turn into a lonely tree."

Zhuang Die murmured: "Is the dream owner suffering from too much pressure in reality? If these are real memories, isn't the growth process a bit bumpy..."

The roller coaster has soared past the highest point of the track.

After completing the last series of difficult movements, the car body gradually slowed down and slid down the track, slowly driving towards the finish line.

Zhuang Die unbuckled his seat belt and jumped out of the car, walking out of the platform.

This time, he went straight to the ticket gate and purposely tiptoed to compare with the cartoon height measuring tape posted on the wall.

"Hmm." Zhuang Die raised his head and looked at the minimum height limit of "1.4 meters", "It seems that at that time, Bugs Bunny suddenly sacrificed the power of space and surpassed the visual law of near, large, and far... I'm getting shorter."

At that time, the reason why he felt that the Bugs Bunny doll was terrifyingly big was because his cognition was synchronizing with the dream master. When the height was adjusted, the perspective also changed.

Zhuang Die sighed with regret, and put away the small children's chainsaw that had just been rubbed out.

"It's not my fault that I'm short." Zhuang Die straightened his collar, "But if you can ride a roller coaster at this height, there must be something wrong."

According to his impression, most amusement parks have a height limit of 1.4 meters for roller coasters.A small number of track settings are not so thrilling and can be relaxed to about 1.3 meters.

Such regulations are actually necessary - most roller coaster seats are designed with reference to adults, children have little control over their bodies and are small in size, and may be thrown out of the seat belt gap if they are not careful.

"And I'm on a roller coaster."

Zhuang Die had already memorized the way to the amusement park, and skillfully bought himself an ice cream: "There are three possibilities."

"The first possibility is that the god of the roller coaster heard my inner desire and used this mission to give me a chance to enjoy it."

"The second possibility is that the ticket inspectors were negligent in their duties and were sneaked in by the real 'me'."

These two assumptions are unlikely to come true, and Zhuang Die just listed them just in case.

He temporarily deleted the labels of "relaxation, warmth, and daily life", and re-examined this amusement park with the mentality of doing tasks: "The third possibility..."

Zhuang Die took a bite of the ice cream: "This is a 'reminder event' set by the dreamer for himself."

The reason why the dream in the dream is also called "false awakening" is because it will give people the illusion that they have woken up, making people mistakenly think that they have returned to reality.

But the three dreams that Zhuang Die experienced just now were not ordinary dreams within dreams.

There is a connection between all three dreams—the white streetlights and chalk, being tripped over, the howling wind.This kind of connection will make it easier for people to be confused about where they are, so a scene that hardly appears in real life is needed to remind themselves that this is a dream.

In the amusement park segment, as long as he leaves the roller coaster, Zhuang Die will soon synchronize with the dream master's cognition, and then discover the BUG of his height.

And last time, the reason why Zhuang Die failed to discover this in time was because he sat on the roller coaster for an entire hour without distraction...

"That is to say, the dream owner needs to confirm that he is in the dream as soon as possible."

Zhuang Die coughed, and he quickly skipped over his first mistake: "Since there is a demand for 'as soon as possible', it means there is a time-limited task here."

"Considering that there is no one here, the probability of finding something or a piece of information is higher."

At this point, Zhuang Die has initially straightened out the logic: "At the same time, this also shows that part of this dream is not controlled by the dreamer—at least the dreamer's self-awareness."

It is precisely because there is no absolute control right that the dreamer needs to constantly set up some events to remind himself and let himself realize that all this is still just a dream.

"Getting off a roller coaster, discovering a height problem, realizing I'm in a dream, remembering I have to find something..."

Zhuang Die sorted out his thoughts in this direction: "If you don't find it as soon as possible, you will be chased by dancing Bugs Bunny, and then you will be thrown into the elementary school classroom by a telephone pole."

He muttered the last half of the sentence, and he did what he said, and rushed out with his body.

That unknown "power" is at its weakest when it first enters the scene, and it's only during this time that the action is hardly affected.

Fortunately, there are no tourists in the amusement park, and there is no need to queue up to enter each project.In addition, Zhuang Die has already walked around the amusement park, so the search speed is naturally much faster.

As for the screams and complaints that kept coming from his ears...he just pretended not to hear them.

If it is reality, Zhuang Die has to worry about whether he may have strayed into a parallel space.At another overcrowded amusement park, visitors are enduring a see-through man's rampage, and an innocent young boy is being robbed of his beloved balloon.

But now in a dream, Zhuang Die still prefers that this is the same as "no chasing and running in the school corridor", it is a part of the "superego" that restrains the dreamer.

This part will not be clearly reflected in the dream, but still constrains the development of the dream.It comes from the social codes and moral conventions that we have integrated into our instincts since childhood, and if the personality is more inclined to the orderly camp, this sense of rules will be more obvious.

"Observe the rules and discipline, be honest and obedient, be timid and afraid of getting into trouble, and be kind to others."

Zhuang Die pondered while running: "It's exactly the same as my personality... Our acting style should also be similar."

He had already searched most of the amusement park, but he still couldn't find any hints, so he had to hold his knees and stop for a while to rest, and then raised his head again after he had recovered his breath.

"if it was me."

Zhuang Die looked around: "Since I can affect the dream, make sure I sit on the roller coaster every time I enter - then this 'reminder' should also be placed in a place where I can see it next time."

"Isn't it logical enough to eat ice cream after riding the roller coaster?" Zhuang Die said to himself, "Should I eat grilled sausage?"

He even felt a little moved, touched his pocket, and sighed again.

In the first year of high school, he still had at least 79 yuan and 1.2 cents, but he only had a [-] cents steel coin in his pocket at [-] meters, which he used up when he bought ice cream just now.

If you want to get the fifty cents again, you have to go through the remaining two scenes again, turn into a tree, and get off the roller coaster...

Zhuang Die considered for a few seconds the feasibility of grabbing a sausage truck.

When he was about to make a plan and started to develop suitable equipment, he suddenly realized something and stopped and stood where he was.

There is still a blind spot in my own thinking.

The so-called "follow the rules" does not necessarily refer to the happiest thing to eat after riding the roller coaster, but it may also be a direct reminder in terms of space and orientation.

……

Zhuang Die put down the black hood mask he had just made, found the initial coordinates, and turned back 180 degrees.

The exit of the roller coaster is facing the only facility in the amusement park that has no attraction for him, which Zhuang Die has resolutely ignored several times.

haunted house.