The ever-changing dream frame caught me off guard again and again. As long as I let down my guard a little, I would immediately be guided by the new frame, and then take the opportunity to eat into my mood.
This time, although I once again recognized that it was a dream, my brain was already very tired, very tired, and I didn't know how long I could last.
After we got off the bus, the funeral procession that was originally on the street suddenly changed to the front of a mourning hall, and Song Jiaqi and I were also standing outside the mourning hall. According to this framework, I forgot to bring tribute. I came here with a courtesy, and Song Jiaqi complained about my sloppyness, saying that it was shameful in front of my relatives or something.
Hearing Song Jiaqi's words, I couldn't help laughing, thinking that this girl is quite into the play, the frame of this dream changed, and she immediately joined the play, she really regarded me as her husband.
Seeing me laughing, Song Jiaqi said: "You can still laugh, but your sister and brother-in-law died there. What's your heart like, do stones grow?"
How can we break this layer of dreams? If we can't break it, we can't let the little girl take us onwards, and we can't go back to our original frame, let the little girl be in that original frame. Continue to take us forward, unable to reach the scene of the human/meat feast, unable to leave this strange dream.
Seeing me standing still, Song Jiaqi pushed my arm and said, "Have you figured out a way? It's time for us to enter the mourning hall."
I ignored Song Jiaqi and walked directly into the mourning hall.
When we entered the mourning hall, many people saw us. I did not go to worship, but walked directly towards the two coffins.
As soon as I passed by, someone was going to stop me. I didn't care about it at all, I just pushed the person who stopped me away, and said one word at the same time: "Go away!"
When I said this, the entire mourning hall was stunned, including Song Jiaqi.
She stood still, and I dragged her to the coffin with me. I looked at the little girl in filial piety and asked, "Who is lying in this coffin?"
The little girl suddenly smiled strangely at me and said, "It's you, father, mother!"
It's us!
This little girl's answer was completely beyond my expectations. Before I could react, my eyes were darkened, and everything around us changed again. I felt the darkness around me. I was no longer standing, but lying down. There was a sound of weeping outside in the darkness.
Lying in the darkness, I could still smell a stench of raw wood and black lacquer.
I couldn't help but play a clever trick. It turned out that I was lying in a coffin, and at this time, the frame of the dream I was in changed again. My subconscious told me that I was the dead corpse, and what was waiting for me was the Buried, and then with fear, buried in the ground.
Thinking of this, I took a deep breath, then tried my best to recite the meditation mantra, and then kicked the coffin board with all my strength, and immediately the coffin board was kicked open, and I jumped out of the coffin with all my strength. .
After I jumped out of the coffin, everything around me changed again. The little girl was still wearing filial piety, but now she was not in the mourning hall, but in front of two graves.
She is burning paper for two graves. Does it mean that we have been buried? I escaped from the coffin, but what about Song Jiaqi? Wouldn't she have been buried in the ground, if that's the case, does it mean that she has already died in this dream
Thinking of this, I took another deep breath, then kicked Song Jiaqi's tombstone with all my strength, and then tried my best to dig her grave with my hands.
And the little girl in the filial piety didn't stop me, but kept sneering next to me, saying from time to time: "Don't waste your efforts, father and mother are dead, you are dead too, go back to the tomb and lie down Bar."
As soon as the little girl spoke, I suddenly felt that the strength of my body suddenly diminished, and the tomb was suddenly unable to be dug. I was obviously affected by the little girl's words.
I looked back at the little girl and said, "Go away!"
I felt that I was shouting loudly, but the words came out of my mouth so weak, I wanted to shout hard, but in this dream I just couldn't shout that kind of momentum.
I couldn't help but get stuck.
At this moment, I suddenly felt that I had dug up something from under the grave. My hand touched something soft. I looked at the soil and saw that it was Song Jiaqi's face. She closed her eyes and seemed to be asleep. the same.
I dug up the dirt all over her body with all my might, and then dug her out from under the grave.
I didn't expect that I would dig her out of the soil so quickly. Of course, this may be because of a dream. Although I am in the premise of this big dream created by Huandou, I am standing in the first place of the dream. I experience this dream from my perspective, so my thoughts will also affect this dream to some extent. For example, I thought about digging Song Jiaqi out of the tomb as soon as possible, and then I dig it out really quickly.
It's just that Song Jiaqi, who was dug out, is still not awake, and is still in a coma.
I squeezed the meditation mantra and tapped it on her forehead suddenly, and after a while, she woke up in a daze.
Song Jiaqi asked me, "Husband, aren't we dead?"
Song Jiaqi's words directly amused me, "Husband", she is still immersed in that frame.
At this moment, the little girl in the white filial attire said to us: "Young Master, Miss, get off the carriage, we still need to walk for a while, climb the mountain in front of us, and then we can reach the place of this feast. destination."
Looking down the little girl's hand, I saw that there was a huge mountain in front of us at some point, but we didn't find a way up the mountain.
At this time, Song Jiaqi, like me, all returned to the original dream. She said to me, "I fell asleep on the carriage just now, and it's coming so soon."
I suddenly felt envious of Song Jiaqi, her consciousness was broken in this dream, then she would feel much more relaxed, unlike countless frames that were repeated in my mind, I still clearly remember what each one looked like.
Although I have cracked one framework after another, their structures remain in my mind like rubbish, consuming my energy, and I want to get rid of those rubbish, but there is no way.
Those frameworks are like powerful computer viruses, but I don't have powerful antivirus software in my head.
Looking at the high mountain in front of me, I asked the little girl, "Can you tell me what your name is, and what are you doing to make so many famous things?"
The little girl seemed to automatically filter out my phone calls, and took the lead to walk to the foot of the mountain, and then went straight into the lush vegetation. She was going to take us up the mountain.
If we lost that little girl, we would definitely not be able to go up the mountain, so I dragged Song Jiaqi and hurriedly followed. It has been so long, and there is no reason to give up at this time.
At this time, another frame entered my mind. This is Songshan Mountain, where Huandou is imprisoned. I believe that soon we will be able to see the true master of this dream.