The power of the wine slowly came to her, and she felt drunkenness later on, followed by a dizzying feeling.
Before she fell into a coma, someone held her back and gently held her in his arms.
She changed into a comfortable position and didn't even know when she fell asleep.
It's very quiet, so quiet that you can't hear the wind.
When she opened her eyes, Tang Rou found herself standing at a crossroads.
Surrounded by tall and irregular buildings, the smooth glass reflects the projections of buildings in all directions, like tombstones standing on the street.
Raising her head, she felt an invisible sense of oppression.
The sky is like bubbles.
Continuously falling, the clouds were in the shape of a fluid, with huge bubbles popping out, as if they could fall down at any time.
The outer layer of the bubbles is smooth and flexible, reflecting the polarized color of decay.
Dreams are chaotic and disorderly.
At first glance, the city in front of you looks no different from a normal human city, but there are scenes everywhere that are inconsistent with the normal world.
One after another, huge commercial advertisements are inserted between the high-rise buildings, but the patterns on the advertisements are blurry, like paint spread by water.
The block text above looks very familiar at first glance. The outlines and shapes are similar to Chinese characters and English characters. However, if you look closely, you will find that their composition is illogical and they are not words that exist in the real world.
Like some absurd artist who is not familiar with the civilization of the human world, he purely created these symbols that look like words.
Tang Rou shifted her gaze to the surrounding buildings.
The square-shaped protrusions on tall buildings are not windows, but doors.
The first floor of the mall has no entrance and is fully enclosed with glass.
Everything is very different from real life scenes.
Tang Rou left the center of the road and walked to the sidewalk.
Next to him is a seemingly normal display window, but behind the display window is not a display of goods, but a reservoir filled with water, like a transparent glass chamber in a laboratory.
The pool was filled with dense, over-saturated rabbits.
Yes, it's a rabbit.
That kind of terrestrial animal that lives on land actually appeared in the water, swimming on its short legs in the azure sky.
It's too weird.
There were several doors at the end of the street. Tang Rou stretched out her hand and turned the handle of one of the doors.
What is behind the door is not a room, but another long street.
A sense of absurdity came over me.
Tang Rou let go of the door handle and walked in. The entire street was filled with identical hotpot restaurants, one after another, with no end in sight.
Every hot pot restaurant has an open-air area, with a red oil copper pot placed on the table. The pot is still hot, and the red oil inside is rolling, making high-temperature bubbles one after another. It seems like someone was sitting here eating just a second ago.
There are small kraft paper boxes placed on the seats.
Tang Rou walked closer and picked up the small box placed on the table.
It’s actually coconut crisp?
This dream had no logic at all, and it didn't look like something he would dream about. It gave her a weird feeling as if she had accidentally entered someone else's dream.
I smelled an extremely attractive sweetness in my nose. The sweetness of coconut crisp and the spiciness of red oil were amplified countless times and passed into the olfactory system.
Is the sense of smell in dreams so real?
She picked up a piece of coconut cake and took a bite.
I spit it out the next second, it tasted so weird.
It's sweet. In Tang Rou's mind, she knows it's sweet, but when it comes to her mouth, it feels like chewing sand, crumbling into dregs, dry and choking, and very uncomfortable.
The sweetness in the mouth is also amplified dozens of times.
It was so sweet that it made her panic.
The smell of food coming in from all directions made Tang Rou feel extremely uncomfortable.
She exited the street and returned to the city business district.
The more I look at it, the more absurd it becomes.
There is not a single human being in the city, but there are signs of human existence everywhere.
Vaguely, Tang Rou felt something was wrong again.
My palms are ice cold, what's there?
Suddenly there was something in her hand, Tang Rou lowered her head.
Stretching out his fingers, he discovered that a slender transparent test tube appeared out of thin air in his palm.
Judging from the shape, it looks like the petri dish she used at the Tower of Babel.
So weird, what is this?
The surrounding light has also changed.
The dim, scattered sunlight became stiff and dazzling.
She saw the reflection of her body falling on the ground, with clear outlines, as if a huge spotlight was shining on her.
He raised his head and saw a huge and terrifying shadow on the smooth glass wall of the smooth high-rise building.
It is silvery white, has hands and feet, and its outline looks like a human being magnified hundreds of times.
Tang Rou turned around, feeling like a dwarf who had accidentally entered the land of giants.
That huge figure appeared out of thin air, covering the sky and the sun.
Tang Rou couldn't see its face clearly because the giant's head was partially hidden in the clouds, covered by the rainy haze, and only its lower body could be seen.
The huge uniform style only reminded Tang Rou of the silver-white experimental uniforms in the laboratory.
So weird.
This sense of absurdity cannot be explained except by dreams.
Just as he was thinking about it, the giant in front of him suddenly moved.
The other party seemed to have discovered Tang Rou, a small figure in the city, and stretched out his huge hand to grab her.
The shadow that blocked out the sun covered Tang Rou's body, darkening the surrounding scenery, like a huge hot air balloon expanding above her head.
The hand pressed down, even causing a strong wind. The intense pressure made Tang Rou's scalp numb.
She turned around and wanted to escape, but found that countless shadows suddenly appeared around her.
It was as if the light shadows cast on the ground when illuminated by the sun solidified into substance and floated up from the ground, one after another.
They have hands, feet, heads, and bodies, and they look like shadows of humans.
but no facial features
Just a vague outline, gray and sticky.
When walking around, the body falls down patteringly, slowly deforming like chocolate melting.
What on earth are these?
Tang Rou didn't even have time to think, because the edges of her vision began to be swallowed up by darkness.
The whole world was like a castle of blocks pushed down by naughty children. The tall buildings around her shattered little by little and turned into irregular geometric fragments. She raised her legs and ran forward quickly, and the scene behind her disappeared little by little.
Tang Rou had a premonition that once she stopped, she would be swallowed up by this collapsing world and crushed into pieces like building blocks.
My feet felt as heavy as sinking into mud.
Tang Rou broke into a cold sweat, but gradually she couldn't run anymore.
The giant hand above her head was still chasing her, trying to crush her.
This feeling of being unable to escape no matter how hard she ran made Tang Rou feel like a little ant.
In front of this giant hand, she was indeed as fragile as an ant, and could easily be crushed to death by one of the giant's fingers.
Walking between the gray translucent figures, it was like walking through a hell full of dead souls, and the surrounding scenery became unclear.
Tang Rou was inexplicably flustered.
It felt like she was a traveler who strayed into another world, and every step she took was thrilling.
Suddenly, a clear object appeared in his sight.
That was a car parked on the street.
The surrounding scenery dimmed, slowly blurring and deforming. Only the car was so clear. Tang Rou ran towards the only familiar object in her sight without hesitation.
The distance is getting closer and closer, and a bright color shines through the car window.
It's people.
There was someone in the car.
When you get closer, you can still hear the car roaring at full power.
This kind of sound has been eliminated in the suspension electric system cars in recent years, and it is a model from nearly ten years ago.
The car was not the latest model, and there was actually a driver in the driver's seat, wearing a smart suit.
His skin was gray, the same color as the shadows on the street, and the flesh on his face was slowly melting, flowing down his neck and onto his suit.
Tang Rou stopped.
Look at the back seat.
That was her last hope.
The windows in the back seat didn't roll up, probably because the people inside were bored.
The first thing that catches the eye is the fair and delicate skin.
Like the finest cold jade, it fell into a collapsing world.
That's a young man.
Tang Rou saw a fair-skinned and beautiful boy in the slowly melting strange world.
When dreaming, do people realize that the person in the dream is someone they know?
Sometimes it won't happen, such as Tang Rou at this moment.
The young man was so familiar, and the knowledge that she must know this young man came to her mind, but she could not remember who he was.
The world behind him stopped shattering at some point, and the giant hand above his head that was so huge that it covered the sky disappeared at some point, and the whole world settled down again.
Even the wind becomes gentle.
Tang Rou stared blankly at the person behind the car window.
The other person was wearing a clean school uniform, with a schoolbag thrown beside him, and was dressed like a high school student.
Her light brown hair hangs softly on her forehead, looking extremely well-behaved.
The side face is clear and charming, the bridge of the nose is high and delicate, the thin lips are lightly pursed, and the color is as beautiful as petals.
He lowered his eyes.
The fine and curled eyelashes were like two small fans, rising and falling with his gentle blinking movements, drawing beautiful curved lines in the air.
What is he looking at?
Tang Rou became curious for no reason, walked step by step to the car window and lowered her head.
Time slows down.
On his lap lay an open copy of Ulysses.
Holding the yellowed paper between his long and beautiful fingers, after reading one page, he turned the page and continued to look back, very seriously.
This is a very complex and difficult book.
There is a page full of text marked with Latin, Old English, and even French and Sanskrit. The stories inside are also absurd and bizarre, making it difficult for people to understand what the stories in the book are actually expressing.
Dreams are always confusing and unreasonable.
In this world that was gradually collapsing, the boy was reading quietly, and Tang Rou could see clearly what he was reading.
"After the ten-year Trojan War, Ulysses was returning by boat and passed by the Siren Island, a water area that was legendary for being haunted by sea monsters. The sea monsters were very ferocious and would use their charming songs to enchant people.
Human hearts, turning passing sailors into food and toys..."
It seemed that he encountered something he couldn't understand. The young man held his chin and frowned, thinking.
The long and thick eyelashes hang down like two soft feathers.
Somehow, Tang Rou reached out to touch it.
The fingertips passed through the void, leaving no trace of touch.
The two feathers trembled, and the young man raised his eyelashes, revealing his clear light brown pupils.
Looking past her, he cast his gaze on a certain point in the air.
He didn't see her.
Tang Rou felt inexplicably lost, but she didn't know the reason for this emotion.
The street light in front of the intersection, which had melted to the point of sinking into the ground, turned green.
The driver turned into mud stepped on the accelerator.
The car started to move, and the boy's light brown pupils and Tang Rou's eyes intersected in the air, gradually moving away.
Tang Rou suddenly felt flustered and chased after her.
'Don't go.'
I wanted to call him out, but no sound came out.
Her vision became darker and darker, and countless humanoid shadows rushed toward her, grabbing her hands and feet.
These things have entities and can touch Tang Rou and be tied to her like ropes.
Tang Rou suddenly felt desperate. In this absurd and nihilistic world, those illogical things could easily touch her, but she could not touch the only boy with a clear outline that she saw.
The earth became soft and flowed slowly like mud.
Tang Rou's legs kept sinking, as if Tang Rou was about to be swallowed by the coming alive land.
She chased him, running non-stop.
Running through the collapsing reality, arousing the screams of the dead.
Countless shadows rushed over, grabbed her, and pressed her small body onto the slowly squirming ground, like a poor lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Tang Rou was forced to be pulled into a deeper dream.
Someone once said that most of the dreams that can be remembered are nightmares.
Real dreams will be forgotten.
The glance between him and her is destined to be forgotten by dreamers.