The dream was illuminated by soft white light, and the feeling of attention 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, as well as the increasingly delayed awakening time and the irresistible fall asleep. Since the "white light" appeared, the author has never had breakfast again.
Everything known was applied to explain the situation, but nothing was learned. After conducting many self-examinations and asking colleagues to examine them, from "Humoral Science" to the new treatise that was about to be written, they were forced to admit that there were indeed diseases in the world that were beyond their knowledge.
According to the recorded trend, within about two months, in fact it may be shorter, waking up and falling asleep will overlap, falling into a dream that will never wake up again. A master who loses consciousness will sooner or later develop various problems and die, even if his body is carefully cared for.
This was a strong blow to the will, causing the record 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 book, Kraft can feel his pride, more than the inkling of death.
What is even more humiliating is that before being threatened with death, people are willing to try anything, including the church, which they have always said they disdain. A friend with a church background invited a priest to exorcise the evil spirits to no avail. As a last resort, he arranged for him to stay in a church for a few days to try.
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 could not afford to move in. I had to keep my head down with those "pedantic" priests, bishops and seminary colleagues who "filled their heads with holy water". In the true sense of the word, a friend with “hands and eyes that can reach the sky” somehow arranged a place for me on the top floor of the bell tower of the church.
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 of his friends, he moved his luggage to the top of the bell tower, reluctantly but rigorously recording this change in environment. In this place tens of meters above the ground, I took advantage of the remaining half day to complete the last volume of the manuscript, followed by some proofreading work.
The development of dreams also deepens to the next stage. The content in the dream became more and more real and detailed, and 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 about whether his spirit would live in a dream after he could no longer wake up.
It can be seen that the author quickly passed through the periods of fear, denial, anger and depression.
The turning point of things happened after gaining 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 instinctively opened the window to check. What he saw was not the sun hanging high in the sky, nor the late night moonlight that he had not seen for a long time.
But a strange celestial body. Nearly half a page of descriptive text was 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 gazed at it obliviously for a long time, and it seemed like only a moment. When he woke up again, he saw the long-awaited sunrise, and his body hung on the window sill. Fortunately, the kind-hearted bell ringer heard the sound and came to save his life, otherwise this great discovery would not have a chance to be recorded.
At this point, the author finally found the key to the dream.
【So 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 figure it out, new symptoms appeared. He found that his perspective occasionally changed strangely. When he was writing at his desk, he saw the paper in the drawer. In severe cases, he even saw his own organs, which was often 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 swims in the waters of the River Teme that pour into the city, trying to climb the towering facade of the clock tower.
When it 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 hunting.
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 was a long tug-of-war between man and that creature. Every night the author had to realize as quickly as possible that he was in a dream and look directly at the celestial body, which would 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 on which his spirit could be intuitively felt. That force 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." "It is a key, a key. The key that follows itself can lead me to the other side, or it can..."
A genius idea was written 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, it will become a "magic" that makes anyone nearby who has established a connection disappear into 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.
……
……
【I seem to understand part of it】
Kraft put away the page, and the record ended. 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, the manuscript wandered around and passed into the hands of a believer who was probably also entangled.
Yes, everything is correct.
The guide exudes a pure white halo, another world, a circle hanging high in the sky. The image of an angel with many arms and legs and many flexing fingers and toes in the hall also has a corresponding counterpart.
But the current situation cannot be explained by this alone. How can the overflowing fungi and parasitic bodies be related to creeping organisms? This merely helped him find the possible origins of paganism.
But at least the identity of the "angel" is clear. Anyway, he couldn’t figure it out for the moment, so Craft planned to solve it first and then think about it again.
"Koop, light a fire."
Open the seal of the kerosene, place it by the window, separate a can and pour it on the ground. An old, tried-and-true trap has been replicated in the study.
As expected, the white light in the center of the red halo of the mushroom that indicated 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 inappropriately.
The brightness grew endlessly, reaching the point of dazzling the eyes, but it still maintained an unconventional sense of 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.
Push the desk away and unsheath the sword. The white light fluctuated and rose, and the condensation on the mushroom canopy in the room was filled with red light, which was quickly covered up by the stronger light.
Craft heard the sound of the courtyard wall being crushed below. A "pillar of light" covered with mushrooms rises in front of the window. Its shape is no less than a giant tree that has grown in the forest for tens or hundreds of years. It bends, stretches and twists in segments like a self-contradiction, forming a motion of turning towards 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 pythons in all the dangerous colors gathered together and vomited letters.
"It all makes sense now..." Mumbling to oneself is not worth a second in front of the whispers of thousands of bacteria-ridden throats. If the fungus drives the human body in this world, what is it supposed to infect deep down?
A deep giant shell 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.