The Hurricane Plain became increasingly quiet under night, with rustling insect sounds ringing between heaven and earth. A three-toed gecko was holding half a piece of carrion it had obtained from nowhere.
The candlelight in the secret wormhole finally dimmed, the female contract beast gently closed the window, and Christine had already fallen asleep.
The owl hooted and roared, and the flowers and plants were covered in the moonlight. Night is the beginning of dreams, and dreams and nights accompany each other at this time of day.
It is a dream hunter. Whenever night falls, it will tear open the space and lurk at the bedside of every dreamer, searching for valuable dreams. It is a fantasy species that relies on feeding on human dreams to survive. It is known as
People who absorb dreams will forget the dreams they had at night when they wake up.
Tonight it appeared on the Hurricane Plain again, swinging lightly in a certain direction. When it passed through the secret wormhole, it subconsciously curled its lips, and a look of lack of interest appeared on its face.
"Another dark elf trapped in love. These guys are really strange. Do they only care about this kind of thing in life?" Although the dream catcher cannot speak, the meaning in his eyes is self-evident.
But her harvest tonight was very bleak, so although the dream catcher was extremely reluctant, it had no better choice. Looking at the sleeping dark elf woman, it shook its head helplessly, and then put a strange and bizarre picture on it.
The dream catcher covers him.
After doing this, it floated slowly to the window and enjoyed the scenery that can only be seen in the human world...
This dark elf woman is naturally Christine, who left for the frozen continent due to her lover's betrayal, and returned again because of Boom and Rikka.
She has a little secret, which even Boom and Rikka don't know, that is, she is used to building her own utopia in her dreams every night. And she also records the progress of her "construction" every night, maybe
It's out of helplessness in real life, or perhaps out of longing for the ideal world. In short, this is her biggest secret.
The dream catcher floating in front of the window sill is staring at the starry sky, and the dark elf girl behind him is its target tonight. Most human dreams are messy and disorderly, unlike hers, which are coherent every night. To use an analogy, it is: with
Compared with the dream of this dark elf woman, those operas that start with a million words are really weak.
Christine, who was on the bed, had already fallen asleep. She was sitting in a courtyard made of fantasy, reading a novel she had read as a child. But the excitement she once had has changed over time to what it is now.
There is nothing interesting to say, the chapters pass by one by one, and the whole book is thrown aside after ten minutes.
The dream catcher attached to her body flashed with splendor, but it was a pity that the world could not see it. The dream catcher glanced at it with surprise, knowing that this was just Christine changing her dream.
Christine pushed open the door in her dream, and the dark scenery made her restless, and some gray memories quietly spread under her feet. She froze in place, motionless, and when she came back to her senses, her legs were already stuck in the mire. The past
The fragments exuded an expired rotten smell, and the familiar faces seemed to stick together like melted cheese, and finally turned into deep and shallow underfoot.
She struggled helplessly, but the more she did, the more firmly she became entrenched. Those days when she thought that being busy meant fulfillment, working non-stop meant working hard, and traveling through hardships meant being brave, have reappeared.
She clenched her hands tightly, but what she held in her palms was only her own insignificant destiny. As the flowers bloomed and fell, she could not see the result of "going all out", only leaving behind a tired body and a tired face corroded by time.
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Her struggle caused her to spin in place, and her stiff body was scratched with bloody marks by the thorns in the mud. Just like in real life, she fell into the sea of people with an attitude as low as dust, and then opened her arms to greet them with a smile.
Endless life without distinction.
She opened her eyes in panic, and the scenes in her dream still lingered in her mind. Staring at the empty ceiling, she didn't know whether she was an audience or an actor, but how should she explain the feeling of loss at this moment?
Maybe the people and things in the dream touched me, and the feeling was cold and thick, with a little tingling. Waves of suffocation surged in the chest, squeezing the nerves, and even breathing became difficult.
Half an hour later, the dreamcatcher once again emitted dots of fluorescent spots, and the dreamcatcher looked at Christine nervously. Although this kind of waking up in the middle of the night often happened, it frightened it every time. p>
Because only complete human dreams can be acquired by the "Dream Trading House", "defective products" like this can only be traded privately to those poor dream eaters. In the world it lives in, there is also survival of the fittest. p>
The breeze blew gently, blowing past the tree house that she had passed before; the sunshine lazily pushed aside the clouds and scattered weakly on both sides of the stone road. Christine fell into a dream again, and this time she came to the territory she had built.<
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Beside a emerald blue stream, the breeze blows with the smell of green grass, colorful butterflies are hovering gracefully in the sky, fish jumping out of the water from time to time reflect the silver light, and a pair of mandarin ducks are lingering in the distance. A few leaves broke away from the palm of the tree and floated in the wind as if they were free. A few vague figures stood quietly on the other side, feeling familiar as if they were old friends whom they had not seen for a long time.
"Fantasy Township" is a semi-turbid puddle that millions of people are going to. It is so distinct from "dream". The difference is that the former only requires confusion and a mess of whims, while the latter only requires confusion.
We must put it into action on this basis. Dreams are like a long-lasting light. Even if it does not emit even a trace of warmth, it will still make people feel warm. In many cases, this is enough.
The night gradually faded, and the dream catcher put away the dream with satisfaction, turned around and disappeared. Although Christine's dream was absurd and nonsensical, this did not prevent it from being sold.
Because for dream buyers, every dream is so special. Some are a black comedy, some are a murder case, some are youth campus love stories, and some are joys and sorrows or spending a lot of money.
After it returned to its own world, it carefully extracted Christine's dream, sealed it in a dream bottle, then labeled it and placed it in the "Dream Trading House" for sale.
For dream buyers, these dreams are like a movie. Excellent dreams will also be broadcast in the "Dream Opera House". Dream eaters only need to purchase a ticket to enjoy these dreams on the spot.
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But dreams are mixed, and the process of selecting high-quality dreams is too complicated. Therefore, even though the Dream Opera House plays dream images 24 hours a day, there are still only a few that can be broadcast every day. Too many wonderful dreams are forgotten in the dream.
In the corner of the trading house...
A perfect dream is like the wine placed in front of an alcoholic, and the cold reality is like the harsh beep of an alarm clock. Live your dream as reality, live your dream as reality, and change your way of living, and your mood will naturally become brighter.
Maybe even the owner of the dream doesn't know whether he is dreaming about turning into a butterfly, or whether the butterfly is dreaming about himself.
Therefore, Christine often feels that everything is so unreal, as if she is living in a virtual world of her own fantasy, or in a dream. She can't even tell which things are real and which are just her fantasies.