The day before departure, I decided to be lazy. I slept in bed for a long time. When I woke up, I went back to sleep. I couldn't tell when I was awake and when I was dreaming.

I personally don’t dream often, and I have even fewer memories. Maybe I dreamed more when I was a child. These strange fantasies are too long ago, and they get mixed up with my memories, making it difficult for me to distinguish them.

I personally often watch a lot of Mewtwo movies - they are all two-dimensional. I am also an old two-dimensional person. As a result, all my dreams seem weird and surreal.

"Jack?"

"Jack?"

"Is it you?"

When I was sleeping, there was a knock on the door. I heard my own voice, asking in a low voice from inside the door, while there was still a knock on the door outside.

It should be said that I was lying on the bed. The bed was on the north wall and the door was on the west wall. Curling up on the bed and bending over a little, I could see where the door was. No one was standing there.

This should be a dream, but my eyes seem to be open.

So I couldn't tell whether it was a dream or not.

In short, it is certain that I do not have the habit of taking drugs. I do not rule out the possibility of powdered medicine blowing from the vents, but that is another matter.

The knocking on the door continues.

I got up and opened the door.

It was a cold rainy night outside the door.

Did the weather forecast say it will rain today?

No, the key point is, why is it raining in the corridor?

There was no light, it was pitch black, and wind and raindrops rushed in together.

The person who knocked is not at the door.

Because I believed that I was in a dream, I walked easily into such darkness.

Everyone knows that it is dangerous to enter the darkness rashly. The memories of our ancestors tell us that humans cannot survive in the darkness.

The prosthetic man turned on the scanner, and what he saw with infrared vision was still pitch black.

We can be more certain that this is a dream. The human brain is not used to sensory experiences beyond nature. The vision in dreams does not have infrared vision. Otherwise, you should see the heat radiation images of various objects at this time.

I can still think more rationally, which is a good thing.

In this darkness, in the vast and void darkness, there is only a luminous data matrix in the far distance, just like the horizon, and the golden data flow rising there spreads out like a big tree.

I stepped on the road surface that I couldn't see, and groped forward little by little.

I can't see my body clearly, and I can't see my fingers.

A systematic luminous image slowly floated under the golden giant tree in the far distance. It grew from a small bean to a small one, expanded little by little, and soon became clearly visible. The image seemed to be a Tarot card - The Fool.

Because of Misty, Jack and I both dabbled in tarot cards.

The Fool is one of the twenty-two Major Arcana cards, numbered zero, which is the beginning of everything and represents everyone himself.

I watched Jodorowsky's "The Holy Mountain". It was a very early film, more than a hundred years ago, but it was highly praised by Misty. It was my first time watching this film.

Together with Jack, the three of them watched it in Misty's psychic room.

When "The Holy Mountain" opens, Jesus is resurrected and the camera turns to a Fool's Card.

I didn't know anything about this at the time, and Misty told me excitedly——

"Resurrection, fool, that's where it all begins!"

There are two men standing under the shining tarot cards in the dark void ahead. One has red hair, a mustache, golden lip gloss, and golden lip nails. The other has shawl hair, wearing sunglasses, and a silver machine on his left arm.

The two of them stood side by side, looking exactly the same.

As I approached, they all looked wary.

"Jack! No!" the red-haired man yelled.

I suddenly realized that they couldn't actually see me, what they saw was behind me - I turned around.

Jack Wills.

He stood there, wearing a decent formal suit, but his head seemed to have undergone some strange mutation, and a gun barrel protruded from one side of his forehead.

Grass, it’s the Demon of Guns!

Jack stood there and whispered: "Stay alive, for me..."

After saying this, his tall and strong body fell forward, and blood, a large amount of blood, flowed out of his body.

"Jack!" the Fool yelled.

I stared at Jack's body. Although I knew all this was a dream, I still felt cold all over.

Hey, wake up!

Once again, a priestess card slowly walked out of the giant golden tree in the distance.

Under the card is a Japanese woman, dressed in white clothes, dignified and graceful.

"V, help me."

Who are you?

"Hanako Arasaka, I don't believe you." The red-haired man under the Fool card pointed at the woman in white.

Wait a minute... Did she just call that man V? Arasaka Hanako... Arasaka Saburo's daughter, the princess of the Arasaka Empire, does she recognize a mercenary named V?

What is happening in front of me can no longer simply be called a dream. I have never had such an experience in my relatively young life. Although I do not believe in God and am not interested in any religion, I intuitively believe that what I am witnessing now contains some kind of fantasy.

Prophetic picture of mystical revelation.

Each Arcana card, each person, each place, each road, each ending and choice was presented in front of me.

As these things continued to emerge in the darkness, this gloomy prophetic dream became vague and vast.

My memory, my logic, and my reason cannot accept such a huge collection of information, cannot understand the fluctuations of this series of timelines, and cannot understand these knowledge from different dimensions. The fantasy is destroyed in the process of such scenes of characters appearing.

Distorted, my vision began to blur.

Even though I tried my best to know the development of the situation, I was completely unable to understand the further development of the dream. The more I tried to pursue it, the more I felt a great coldness, the cold wind and rain kept blowing, and kept blowing.

The ground took away my body temperature. At this time, I finally felt the existence of my body due to the pain of this cold.

Now I slowly lie down and curl up to prevent my body temperature from losing so quickly. I feel like an embarrassed person bathing in cold water. This feeling is really depressing and reminds me of a stray dog ​​with nowhere to go in the rain.

In this city, I have never seen stray dogs, they are already extinct.

I feel bad.

A very bright light, like a blue star, suddenly flashed out in the darkness. It was warm and friendly. Now I take everything that happened in the dream indifferently. I just hope that I will not freeze to death. And that bright light

It vaguely resembled the shape of a small animal. As soon as it appeared, the darkness suddenly receded, and my last memory stayed on a world card.

The world is the beginning and end of the journey. It may mean the beginning and end of this dream. After all, this card has always been at my feet. It was me who stepped into the world and witnessed everything in the dream.

I was not feeling well, and I woke up from this dream with a strong headache and nausea.

What happened next was worse than I imagined. Even though I was awake now, I still couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality. My prosthetic eyes seemed to have malfunctioned, my nervous system was disordered, and a large number of memories began to roll over frame by frame.

I was out of control, and when I regained my composure, I didn't know when I was standing on a busy street. Not far away, Jack was leaning on the corridor door and talking to Mrs. Wells on the phone.
Chapter completed!