The afterglow of the evening shone in from the window, making the whole room dim.
There was an inexplicable buzzing sound in my ears. The sound was vague and non-existent. It was like tinnitus and a mysterious call from far away.
Marcus sat blankly on the edge of the bed. His eyes were stiff, his hair was messy, and he looked like he hadn't woken up yet.
However, at this time, his mind was already turned upside down...
"Dreamboy, does he really exist?"
Marcus murmured in a low voice. He kept experiencing the inexplicable insights in the dream. Until the insights began to fade, he reluctantly opened the drawer on the side and recorded everything in the dream.
As an enthusiast who studies dreams, he has this special hobby of recording all the interesting dreams he has so that he can quickly recall them in the future.
And this method is also a method that lucid dreaming enthusiasts like to do.
According to scientific theory, dreams are actually the product of the subconscious mind. For example, if you dream of looking for the toilet everywhere, it is just because you drink too much water before going to bed that you have the urge to urinate. If you encounter a situation that makes you feel confused in reality, you may also feel the urge to urinate. In the dream, it is expressed in the form of non-stop running.
This is the truth behind the saying that dreams come from the heart.
Lucid dreaming is a special physiological concept of dreams.
Most people have no ability to think when they dream. Their meanings diverge as the dream unfolds, like a walking corpse.
However, in the lucid dream state, dreamers can have the same thinking and memory abilities as when they are awake in the dream. They will think and observe this dreamless world as they do in reality. Some people can even actively control the dream.
This is actually a communication between the subconscious and the surface consciousness, a communication between the self and the id.
"I didn't expect that a lucid dream that would only happen once in a long time would appear again this time, and it was under such a situation... Sure enough, the dream boy has magical power."
The words of the man in the dream still echoed in his ears, but something strange appeared in Marcus's eyes. He had a feeling that maybe the man in the dream was the meaning of dreams that he had been looking for.
"Because I want you to appear, that's why you appear. Mengnan, what's the difference between being a god?"
He looked at the weird printed face pattern on the table again, and a hint of fanaticism gradually appeared in his eyes...
…
Time soon entered night again.
After one day of classes, Sunnymo returned to his dormitory, only to find that his roommate was still not there.
"What on earth is this kid doing these days?"
Sunnymo muttered something strange. He opened the forum again, wanting to see what new discoveries were made in that day's messages. However, as soon as he logged on to the website, he saw that on the home page of the forum, there was a large and bold message on the top. The title was none other than the one I saw last night.
At this time, the post had more than just a few dozen replies, but had exploded into tens of thousands of replies, and the popularity of the post had skyrocketed.
"How did it happen..."
Sunnymo's heart tightened, and he quickly clicked on the post, only to see countless posts posted by countless people, and the contents were surprisingly consistent!
[You really shouldn’t read this post before going to bed. Can you believe it? After I saw this man’s photo, I actually dreamed about him in my dream. The dream was very weird. This man seemed to tell me What!]
[What a coincidence, I also dreamed about it. The man said his name was Mengnan, and he also said a lot of reasonable things, couldn’t he... ]
[How disgusting, that dream, I don’t know if you are making fun of me here, but I really dreamed of him, it was a nightmare. The key is that I rarely dream!]
[It’s so weird, this guy appeared in my dream... ]
[Did you all dream about it? No way, he also appeared in my dream!]
[…]
Sunnymo kept scrolling down, one by one, page by page... He looked at the shockingly similar comments one by one. Almost all of these messages had the same content, which meant that after reading this post last night, he also dreamed about it. Everyone dreams about this man!
Seeing this scene, Sunnymo couldn't help but frown. It seemed that the origin of this picture could not be concealed at all.
After turning off the thought of keeping this picture as his own, Sunnymo felt a little regretful, then turned off the computer, leaned on the bed and started scrolling through his phone.
After brushing and brushing, a wave of sleepiness came over quietly. Sunnymo yawned and then slowly lowered his head...
…
When Molly regained consciousness, she found herself standing in a dark, small room.
The fluorescent lamp above the head flickered, but at its brightest it could only illuminate a range of two to three meters, while the rest of the room was still dark.
This room was empty. The only thing there was was an old wooden door in front of him and a sink next to the wooden door.
There was a dripping sound from the sink, and there was a frosted glass window on the old door leaf. The dim light from the window shone in, bringing a new light source to the room.
There was silence in the room.
However, in this silence, there was a sound of footsteps approaching faintly.
Snap!
Snap!
snap…
"who is it… "
Standing in the darkness, Molly felt a faint sense of foreboding. She slowly retreated, keeping herself buried in the darkness.
The footsteps got closer and closer, and the air in the room became more oppressive. Molly retreated to the corner of the room and leaned completely against the wall.
At this moment, a dark shadow filtered through the dim light of the corridor and reflected on the door window.
The footsteps stopped.
“Who is it, who is there?…”
Molly asked in a low voice again, but now her voice was filled with fear.
Click...
Suddenly, there was a crisp sound from the doorknob. The sound was like thunder, causing Molly's whole body to convulse. The next second, the wooden door suddenly made a long creaking sound. The sound was extremely harsh, like an echo from hell.
As the wooden door slowly opened, a hand came in from the outside.
Molly covered her mouth tightly. From her perspective, she could see that the owner of that hand was actually wearing a bright red rope on the wrist...
"ah!"
Molly sat up suddenly, clutching her chest in shock, and kept letting out rapid gasps.
"Molly, what's wrong with you?"
The roommate's voice came from the bed next to him, with a hint of concern, "Did you have a nightmare?"
"seems like it… "
Molly nodded, got out of bed, walked to the bathroom, and poured a lot of cold water on her face, which made her feel better.
When she walked out of the bathroom again, she did not continue to sleep. Instead, she thought about it, took out the pattern she had taken from the club during the day, and looked at it carefully again.
Sure enough, the man in the dream was exactly the same as the one in the pattern...
"What are you looking at?"
The roommate did not blame Molly for disturbing his sleep. Instead, he ran to Molly's side with bare feet and immediately saw the pattern in Molly's hand.
"How scary! What is this?"
The roommate asked curiously.
"This is… "
Molly opened her mouth, and then recalled the name Sunnymo said when she was in the club during the day, and immediately said, "His name is... Mengnan."
"Yumeo?"
The roommate made a sound.
Ignoring the chirping of her roommate, Molly began to recall her dream. However, at this moment, she found that her dream began to become blurry. The only thing she remembered was that the man opened the door and walked towards her step by step. coming scene.
And the weirdest thing is that the man was shaking his head as he walked, and even shook his head out of the afterimage...
The other party seemed to have said something else, but it seemed that he had not said anything, but had forgotten it after waking up from the dream.
Molly scratched her head in distress, eager to recall what the other party had said, but the more she did, the less she could remember.
Then she saw her wrist out of the corner of her eye, and suddenly, she had an idea!
The other party's wrist seemed to be wearing a red string.
The moment she thought of this, a faint impulse emerged in her heart, and then she opened the drawer by accident, found a piece of red rope, and put it on her wrist.
The moment she put it on, she felt a faint feeling of peace of mind, as if this red rope could protect her from harm.
Then, she climbed into bed again and slowly fell asleep...
…
When Sunnymo woke up again, it was early morning.
He stretched out slowly and felt that he had slept extremely soundly last night, and all the previous fatigue was gone.
There was still a picture of Mengnan on the table, but in his eyes, the picture was no longer as scary as before, because in his dream last night, he and Mengnan had a long conversation and talked about many things. thing.
"Unexpectedly, not only did I dream about it on the first day, but I also dreamed about it last night..."
Sunnymo shook his head and was about to get up to go to class, but at this moment, he only heard a noise coming from outside the window.
"What happened?"
Sunnymo stood up curiously, opened the curtains and looked outside, only to see a large number of people gathered at the bottom of the building. These people gathered in front of the bulletin board and were discussing something heatedly. Some made low voices, while others Laughing constantly.
In the crowd, Sannimo even saw Marcus.
Maybe there is some new announcement
Seeing this, Sunnymo didn't pay attention. He quickly went to the bathroom to wash up, then put on clean clothes, turned around and walked downstairs.
When he reached the bottom of the building, he realized that the group of people still hadn't dispersed. Dozens of people had gathered together to look at the huge bulletin board in front of the dormitory building.
But when Sunnymo followed everyone's gaze and looked at the bulletin board, he was stunned.
I saw a huge white paper posted on a bulletin board the size of a blackboard. On the paper was a weird human face, with a bald head, thick eyebrows, huge and empty eyes, and a huge mouth.
Who else could he be if he wasn’t Mengnan
Seeing this scene, Sunnymo took a breath of air.
At this moment, Marcus walked out of the crowd, talking loudly to everyone, and turned to leave.
Seeing this, Sannimo quickly followed him and grabbed Marcus, "Hey, why does this pattern appear here?"
"I enlarged and printed it."
Marcus responded calmly, "And I also know that you did not create this picture, but you found it on the Internet. Am I right?"
"Uh, yes."
Sunnymo nodded awkwardly, then said, "But this picture has the power to make people have nightmares, won't there be any problems if you do this?"
"Who said you will have nightmares?"
Hearing this, Marcus stopped. He slowly turned his head and looked directly at Sunnymo, "As long as you are willing to accept Mengnan, he will put down his posture and talk to you in an approachable manner, right?"
Seeing the other person's eyes, Sunnymo suddenly felt chilly for some reason. He nodded, "Okay, it's my fault. I didn't have a nightmare last night... but..."
"No buts!"
Marcus narrowed his eyes, and he solemnly put his hands on Sannimo's shoulders, "Have you ever thought that Meng Man might be the evidence of the existence of gods that we have been looking for?"
"God... what do you mean?"
Sunnymo was even more at a loss. He subconsciously wanted to retreat, but his shoulders were tightly bound and he could not escape.
"Dreams are a symbol of the human subconscious, and the subconscious is a symbol of all the thoughts and desires deep in the human heart... "
Marcus said solemnly, "It is precisely because human beings long for the appearance of gods that countless people's subconscious minds are highly consistent. When these consistent forces condense into one place, they will affect reality sooner or later. Therefore, the dream boy Appeared… "
"This is what Mengnan told me personally, because we hope he will appear in our hearts, so he will appear. Everything is that simple!"
"what are you talking about?"
Sannimo was completely confused. He looked at Marcus, whose expression gradually changed from calm to fervent. At this moment, he seemed to see a religious fanatic.
Looking at Marcus who was a little crazy, he quickly broke away from him, only to see a thick red rope tied to Marcus's right wrist.
"This is… "
Sunnymo only felt his scalp numb, because he remembered that there was such a red rope on the hand of Mengnan in the dream!
"Ah, you saw it."
Seeing Sunnymo staring at his wrist, Marcus suddenly laughed sinisterly. He raised his hand, revealing the bright red rope on his wrist, "This is the evidence of his belief in Mengnan, Sunnymo, you are my Preacher, you must also wear this red string, do you understand?"
"Marcus, you've gone crazy!"
Sunnymo shouted excitedly, and then he quickly turned around and ran away quickly regardless of everyone's surprised eyes. It wasn't until he ran into the teaching building that Marcus could no longer be seen, then he leaned against the wall and gasped for air. stand up.
Finally escaped...
I really didn't expect that just a pattern would have such a huge impact. Even Marcus was stunned.
Thinking of this, Sunnymo seemed to have thought of something. He quickly took out his mobile phone and logged into the dream forum again.
But what made him shudder was that it was not just the homepage of the forum that was pinned to the top. At this time, in the entire forum, someone could be seen talking about Mengnan on almost every page of posts, and the reprint logo of the previous pinned post also had Has shown over 100,000 retweets.
In other words, Mengnan has actually transcended this forum and begun to spread on the Internet...
At this time, Sunnymo, who had come back to his senses, already felt a hint of regret. Perhaps he should not have let this picture be exposed on campus.
The power of this picture is far greater and more terrifying than I imagined.