The dream was illuminated by soft white light, and the feeling of being noticed became stronger. He realized that this dream was progressive.
There is no need to look for any comparison. As the brightness of the dream gradually increases, the duration of the dream gradually increases, and the awakening time becomes increasingly delayed, making it irresistible to fall asleep. Since the appearance of the "white light", the author has never had breakfast again.
All the knowledge they knew was applied to explain the current situation, but nothing was found. After conducting many self-examinations and asking colleagues to review everything from "Humoral Medicine" to the new treatise that was about to be written, they were forced to admit that there was indeed something beyond them in this world.
Diseases beyond cognition.
According to the recorded trend, within about two months, in fact it may be shorter, waking up and falling asleep will overlap, and fall into a dream that will never wake up again. The master who loses consciousness will appear sooner or later, even if the body is carefully taken care of.
problems and death.
This was a huge blow to my will, causing the records to skip several dates.
However, he finally came back, intending to record this rare disease from the perspective of an eyewitness in the last period of time, and strive to complete the book with reliable friends before that, which may have a huge impact on the entire system.
When it comes to that work, Kraft can feel his pride, more than the ink about death.
What is more humiliating is that, before being threatened with death, people are willing to try anything, including the church, which they have always disdained. Friends with church backgrounds invited priests to exorcise evil spirits to no avail, and then resorted to the last resort and arranged for him to go to
Try staying at the church for a few days.
If the Heavenly Father does not save the unbelievers, then at least his own territory will not be desecrated by evil spirits, right?
However, due to the poor relationship between the work content and the church, the author has never been able to save the dignity to move in. I have to meet with those "pedantic" priests, bishops and colleagues in the seminary who "fill their heads with holy water" without looking up. In the true sense, "hands and eyes can reach the sky."
"My friend, through some unknown connection, arranged for me a seat on the top floor of the church's bell tower.
Except for the hunchbacked bell ringer who comes by every day to deliver meals, no one will disturb this final tranquility, and it is also convenient for keeping time.
Unable to resist the kindness, he couldn't resist his friends and moved his luggage to the top of the clock tower. He reluctantly but rigorously recorded the change in environment. In this place tens of meters above the ground, he grabbed every remaining opportunity.
It took half a day to finish the last volume of the manuscript, and some proofreading work followed.
The development of the dream also deepened to the next stage. The content of the dream became more and more real and detailed. He found that he had some ability to control his body in the dream and could move his fingers to touch the wet bedside. He even thought that he could no longer control his body.
After waking up, will the spirit live in the dream?
It can be seen that the author quickly passed through the period of fear, denial, anger and depression.
The turning point of the matter occurred after he gained the ability to move in the true sense of the dream. When he woke up from the bed wet with moisture while holding his favorite scalpel, he opened the window according to instinct and looked, and what he saw was not what was hanging in the sky.
The sun is not the late night moonlight that I haven’t seen for a long time.
It was an unfamiliar celestial body. Nearly half a page of descriptive words were written down, and all were crossed out and blacked out. They only said that it was "unable to take your eyes away" and "an extraordinary experience."
He stared at it selflessly for a long time, and it seemed like only a moment. When he woke up again, he saw the long-awaited sunrise, with his body hanging on the window sill. Fortunately, the kind-hearted bell ringer heard the sound and came to save his life.
Otherwise, this great discovery may not have a chance to be recorded.
At this point, the author finally found the key to the dream.
[Very familiar routine]
After reading this, Kraft basically understood what happened to the author of the manuscript, which was different from his own experience. He continued to look down.
After the author temporarily found the "exit" of the dream, he began to think about what brought him here, and what the bright white light that often appears in dreams means.
Before he could understand it, new symptoms appeared. He found that his perspective occasionally changed strangely. When he was writing, he saw the paper in the drawer. In severe cases, he even saw his own organs, which often happened.
It will be accompanied by indescribable discomfort.
The manuscript describes this as being as narrow and cramped as a baby being delivered, as if the world was too low to accommodate his soul.
Different from Kraft's experience of being knocked on the window in the middle of the night, the author finally discovered the source of the white light when he opened the window and looked down. A soft-bodied bright creature with countless arms, legs and appendages was swimming in the Teme River.
Falling into the water of the city, trying to climb the towering outer wall of the clock tower.
When he saw him, the thing roared like "a thousand pipe organs and ten thousand blood-congested vocal cords." With just one glance, he understood that the power that pulled him into the dream came from this, the huge height difference hindered
its prey.
I have to thank that friend. Although there is no blessing from Heavenly Father, the tower built by Heavenly Father’s believers gave me the chance to escape by looking at the celestial body.
There is a long tug-of-war between man and that creature. Every night, the author must quickly realize that he is in a dream and look directly at the celestial body, and that thing will persist in climbing the tower.
He faithfully recorded this process, which to ordinary people would be regarded as a bizarre story. Most of the page described in detail the days on which he understood the essential meaning of "perspective", and the days from which he could intuitively feel the spirit.
The power that involves dreams and fights against it.
"I feel that I am transforming, my soul turning into a real thing, and the human body cannot match it." The author wrote, "And there is no way of knowing whether this transformation comes from 'exercise' or from repeated encounters.
That beautiful celestial body.”
【"Beautiful" celestial body?】
"I should get rid of that creature. I have thought of many ways to deal with the guy who is not intelligent, but is it really worth it? This will lose the only way to enter that world."
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A genius idea was written down by the recorder. He should not kill the thing, but should continue to maintain this dangerous balance. As long as he can find a way for others to be aware of it, then it will
Becomes a "magic" that makes anyone nearby who has established a connection disappear out of thin air.
However, there are two problems to be solved with this "magic": first, the user is essentially on the same level as the recipient and must consciously resist for a long time; second, a method must be found to allow the recipient to be perceived in the same way as the innately sensitive person.
medium.
He solved the second problem.
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[I seem to understand part of it]
Kraft put away the page, and the record ended here. The remaining part should be the page that was eroded by fungus along with the holy book, and it can no longer be restored.
This is enough to explain part of the story - the instigator with great research spirit figured out the predatory mechanism of deep creatures, and then developed some simple small applications. Then, this manuscript wandered outside, and was transferred to a person who was probably the same.
In the hands of the entangled believer.
Yes, everything is correct.
The guide exudes a pure white halo, another world, a circle hanging high in the sky. The images of angels with many arms and legs, and many flexing fingers and toes in the hall also correspond to it.
But the current situation cannot be explained by this alone. How can the overflowing fungi and parasitic bodies be related to crawling creatures? This only helped him find the possible origin of paganism.
But at least the identity of the "angel" is now clear. Anyway, I can't figure it out for the moment, so Kraft plans to solve it first and then think about it.
"Coop, light a fire."
Unseal the kerosene, line it up by the window, separate out a can and pour it on the ground. An old trap that has been tried and tested was replicated in the study.
As expected, the white light in the center of the red halo indicating the opponent's position lit up gently.
It's just that the white light this time is different from the experience, like a layer of uneven gauze fog, but the overall brightness is far higher than before, exceeding the peak state of the same kind seen in Wendeng Port.
"Mr. Kraft, will I throw the torch later?" Cupp lit the torch he carried with him. Seeing Kraft staring at the white light that looked like a moon rising in front of him, he seemed to be thinking about something at an inappropriate time.
The brightness grew endlessly, reaching the point of dazzling the eyes, but it still maintained an unconventional softness and tranquility. At this time, even the subordinates who had only met once in their memory felt that something was wrong.
"Coop, you and Martin go along the corridor first, go to a high place, the higher the better. Then look up." Taking the torch, Kraft ordered quickly and clearly, "Remember, look up.
I made sure it wasn't chasing you before."
"look up?"
"Yes, go to a high place and look up, look for the moon in the sky, and then you can go back. Now, go right away."
"Then..." Martin wanted to ask something else, but Coop dragged him back to the mushroom-filled corridor without hesitation.
Pushing the desk away, he drew his sword out of its sheath. The white light fluctuated and rose, and the condensation on the mushroom cover in the room was filled with red light, which was quickly covered up by the stronger light.
Kraft heard the sound of the courtyard wall below being crushed. A "pillar of light" covered with bacteria rose in front of the window. Its shape was no less than a giant tree that had grown in the forest for tens or hundreds of years, divided into self-contradictory segments.
Ground flexion, extension, and twisting combine to create the movement of turning toward the window.
Then came the second and third roots, with countless light tumors and appendages growing magnificent and prosperous bacteria, such as soft scaly lips and brocade folds, decorating the mouthparts that spit out teeth and spores, like extremely
The giant pythons in all kinds of dangerous colors hugged each other and vomited letters.
"Now it all makes sense..." Mumbling to oneself is not worth a word in front of the whispers of thousands of fungal throats. If fungi drive the human body in this world, what should it infect deep down?
A deep giant body shaped by a long list, fed by the nutrients of the entire forest.
"Edward, why didn't the church burn you for three days and three nights back then?" Now this thing can't be burned in three days and three nights.