Fantasy Clock～Dream Ruler～

The sultry air baked the sleeping consciousness, and there was still a sharp pain from being hit on a hard object in the back.

Other than that, breathing is a bit difficult. It's like being bound tightly by something.

With a heavy consciousness, I slowly opened my eyes.

The pain of being bound by something heavy to the body suddenly disappeared.

"Are you awake..."

There was a burst of fragrance in the air, and the familiar layout made me suddenly realize that this was Xia Yinci's room. I stumbled to my feet, scratching the back of my head away from the annoying itching.

There was no trace of Xia Yinci, and it was unknown when Xia Yinci left the room.

On the circular wall clock on the wall, the sound of the pointer turning gradually became louder and louder, blending into a strange rhythm with the rhythm of the heart, roaring to my ears.

Suddenly, the sound of something falling came from the side, interrupting the ensemble.

I hurriedly looked around and noticed that the books on the table had fallen.

On the cover of the book, the words "Fantasy Clock" are clearly written.

Just as I was about to walk over to pick it up, I found that the books on the table fell one after another, and all of them fell off.

Something is wrong.

something is wrong...

"Am I dreaming?"

I hurried back a few steps, walked to the door and wanted to turn the handle, but the door handle suddenly melted little by little, and even released a terrible heat, which made me immediately withdraw my stinging hand.

He waved his fingers that were burned by the high temperature, and when he looked back again, he found that the doorknob had disappeared.

"Sure enough, I'm still dreaming... Logically speaking, I should wake up too, right?"

I sighed helplessly and leaned against the wall behind me dejectedly.

Just about to put down the burned hand, I suddenly remembered something and stared at my intact palm.

The hand that was cut off by the monster just now is still in place. There is a conflict with what happened just now, which means that it is not the same dream as before. Instead of waking up, I seemed to have fallen into a deeper dream.

Suddenly, the uneasy feeling in my heart whispered to my brain:

"You may never wake up from your dream."

The sound kept ringing in my ears, making me break out in cold sweat, and the heartbeat became faster and faster, as if the speed of the pointer's rotation gradually caught up with the heartbeat.

My back couldn't help feeling chills, as if a pair of cold hands were touching the skin on my back. I turned my head quickly, but no one stood behind me.

However, my attention was immediately drawn to the writing desk. The books that had been dropped just now were placed on the table in good condition. It was as if someone was also in the room and cleaned up the room while I wasn't looking.

"No...you can't stay here anymore."

I don't know where the idea came from, but I firmly believe it.

It was as if someone tied a red rope around my neck and pulled me forward.

All in all can't stay here!

As soon as I gritted my teeth, I rushed to the window and opened it.

However--

The height outside the window made me suddenly lose the courage to jump down.

Hey, although I can't say I remember everything clearly, I still have the impression that Xia Yinci's house is on the tenth floor.

But now it seems that it is more than ten floors high! ! Even the ground can't be seen clearly at all, only thick clouds and a clear blue stretching to infinity can be seen.

"Are you kidding me!"

I uneasily clasped my palms on the edge of the window, clenched the edge of the window, and took a step back.

"Even if I'm dreaming, I'm still a severe fear of heights!"

At this height, only a telescope can clearly see the situation on the ground! ?

There was another commotion behind him, and it seemed that something changed behind him. I turned my head hastily, and found a pair of binoculars in my sight, which were placed very abruptly on the floor under the table.

"It is a product of your will, created."

The brain was filled with strange arguments again.

In a daze, I picked up the telescope, but there was no such thing as focal length on it. It looked rather unreliable, but I still moved to my eyes and looked out of the window, only to find that I could see everything clearly.

It seems that the focal length can be automatically adjusted according to the current situation.

I secretly lamented this kind of black technology that only exists in dreams, and looked at the ground through the clouds.

"There isn't even a single car on the road in a big city... It really is a dream."

When I usually dream, I often meet passers-by who can have a conversation. It must be too lonely here.

Having said that, since just now, I have a feeling that this is not my own style of dream.

Could it be because he slept in Xia Yinci's room? This strange feeling of being in a different place has changed my dreams?

Anyway, I never saw such a ghostly place without NPCs in my dreams before!

Absolutely not.

"Crack."

The unfriendliness around once again conveyed an indescribable sense of oppression to the whole body!

The walls of the room suddenly approached the center. I couldn't ignore the feeling that my line of sight gradually became narrower. I instinctively wanted to stretch my body, but instead I was crushed to the ground with a huge impact by the wall behind me that was also approaching the center.

The space is still getting narrower, and the chest feels tight, as if being wrapped around the neck with a rope, it is hard to breathe.

So, the thought of "If I continue like this, I will be crushed into a pulp" was poured into my brain and dominated my will. I quickly turned my head and looked out of the window, gritted my teeth tightly, then headed out of the window, bravely jumped out.

It's clearly a dream, why is the feeling of weightlessness so real?

The memory of being taken to ride the roller coaster floated in front of his eyes vaguely.

The scenery of the roller coaster speeding towards the falling track seems to be jumped over.

In this way, the body rushed down the cloud layer and fell like a meteor.

The heart was beating desperately to prove its existence, as if jumping into the throat, and the teeth were constantly fighting.

This kind of dream... it's time to wake up!

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【※ NPC ※】

Originally referring to non-player-controlled characters in the game, Dreamers used this term to refer to characters other than the dreamer who have no free will.

NPCs are characters created subconsciously from memory fragments. Usually the presence of NPCs is to increase the realism of the dream.

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Somatosensory time passed by every minute and every second, and I was still falling.

I don't know how long it took before I opened my eyes again.

I'm on an amusement slide in a water park.

The vicious ultraviolet rays came directly from above, I lowered my head subconsciously, and found that I was wearing thin swimming trunks, and my upper body was naked. Before I could realize anything, a huge thrust hit my back, and I fell down the slide!

Is it possible that every time I fall, it will switch to another dream scene?

This switching mechanism is too unfriendly to my fear of heights, right?

Plopped into the water, I waved my hands and struggled for a long time before finally poking my head out of the water.

Even though the water temperature was about ten degrees below, there was still a hot and unreal tormenting me.

The eyes were blurred by water stains, as if the fog covered the sight. I could only swim as hard as I could toward the shore.

Although it is in the water, it does not have the oppressive feeling of being squeezed underwater.

I was relieved until I reached the shore.

The walls of the swimming pool are cold, and even give me a surprisingly good texture. I couldn't help touching it a few more times, immersed in this strange sense of comfort.

Oddly enough, there seemed to be some sort of flaw in that tactility.

Just as I was about to dive into the water to see what was going on, a female voice came from beside me——

"Is it fun here?"

I looked at her in a daze, but I couldn't see her clearly.

I squinted my eyes and tried to focus on her, and her appearance gradually became clearer.

It was a middle-aged woman with thin-rimmed glasses.

There is a gentle look in her eyes, like a loving mother watching a child playing in the water, full of happiness from the bottom of her heart.

But she is not my mother.

"If you think it's fun, can we do it again?"

After hearing this, I quickly looked back at the slide. The highest point seemed to stand on the clouds, and I couldn't help taking a breath.

"Are you kidding! How can it be fun..."

Just now when I said such words angrily, I noticed that the tenderness in her eyes suddenly disappeared without a trace, and instead, the coldness made people feel extraordinarily gloomy. Feeling vaguely uneasy about being killed, I quickly swallowed my words, nodded reluctantly, and showed a wry smile.

"It's fun! It's fun... But let's not just keep staring at the same thing, shall we? Let's go and play something else, okay?"

hateful! Who are you woman?

I don't know you at all, do I?

The appearance is also something I have never seen before.

But if I don't cooperate with her, I always feel that something terrible will happen.

In any case, we must find a chance to escape from here.

I'd rather be back in that room than torture me at this dizzying height.

Suddenly recalled the fear of being dominated by the jumping machine. hehe.

"Ah, look at mom, she can't turn her head! Then let's go there, it must be fun."

I smiled along with her, but when I looked in the direction of her finger, the smile froze suddenly, and the words I just wanted to say were stuck in my throat, and I was speechless.

No words can express how I feel right now.

——The one standing there is unattainable in height, and there is even a section of track that is disconnected in the middle that goes straight into the clouds, a roller coaster.

"Um, this lady who calls herself mother..."

Before I finished speaking, I noticed a faint and terrifying light in her eyes, which made me gasp quickly, my voice became softer and softer, and I suddenly lost my confidence, and quickly changed my words:

"The son in front of you is a warrior. This is definitely not something a warrior would say! Let's go, let's go now!"

I sank my head so weakly that I couldn't even squeeze a smile out.

Hehe, being brave is really the most annoying thing in my life.

I said those words with the heart of wanting to kill myself.

In fact, if I could have predicted what will happen next, I would never have said such a dignified thing!

Who designed this roller coaster? ! Come out for me and I promise I won't kill you!

The tracks in the middle are completely blank!

After the train flew into the clouds, it became transparent directly!

It twitches and twitches continuously up and down throughout the whole process, and the twitching distance is about a dozen meters, and what's more, it soars directly from the surface to outer space!

Even if it's a dream, restrain yourself a little bit, bastard!

The nausea in my stomach is real, and so is the dizziness in my head. The feeling that I never want to ride a roller coaster again comes from my heart.

Along with bouts of dizziness, I noticed a strange vision.

The woman gave me a sickening smile, clearly planning to put me on the roller coaster again.

"Mom just has one more ticket, shall we do it again?"

Impossible to sit on this thing again!

Just run away!

"Ah... can I play again?"

On the surface, I agreed with her intentions, suppressing my trembling tone.

Taking advantage of her taking me forward, at the moment when my defense was the least, I turned around suddenly and ran desperately towards what seemed to be the exit of an amusement park.

A few seconds later, there was a terrible scream behind him, and this high-pitched shout had no intention of stopping. It torments my ears, crawls into my brain and churns even when I cover my ears.

I quickly turned my head to take a look, and noticed that the woman had a fierce look in her eyes, and she walked towards me step by step.

The distance was quickly shortened!

Hey, isn't this too unreal? !

I obviously tried my best to run, but she seemed to be walking towards me effortlessly...

Why is she walking several times faster than me running?

Sure enough, I was dreaming...

Sure enough, the world of dreams is chaotic. I angrily recalled what Xia Yinci said before, where are there any rules to follow in dreams?

"You are not the 'ruler' of this dream!!"

"Tell me where she is!"

How can I have time to pay attention to her nonsense? I moved my legs as hard as I could. But no matter how hard I tried to run forward, she still put that pale, bloodless hand on my shoulder.

There was a sense of rejection all over the body.

My footsteps were caught by it, and I struggled desperately under her control, but I couldn't get out of her hand.

Half-asleep and half-awake, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't make any effort, and I couldn't move at all.

No matter how you look at it, the current situation is as painful as a ghost pressing a bed.

please! That young lady who saved me just now, you should come out again!

The bloody mouth that suddenly supported the size of the entire face approached me a little bit, as if it would bite through my neck in the next second.

At this moment, I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten something important.

I searched for this subtle trace, and suddenly remembered the purpose of my coming here. In Xia Yinci's room scene just now, I just thought of the telescope, and it appeared behind me. This incident is definitely not meaningless.

"Ah, I remembered! "Lucid dream" is it..."

While chanting this word, my mood turned from cloudy to clear, and suddenly became brighter.

I am now aware that I am dreaming; and I remain conscious.

I have met the conditions for lucid dreaming.

Next, according to what Xia Yinci said, I should be able to manipulate this dream right now!

"Meteorite, meteorite, meteorite, meteorite..."

I closed my eyes and kept imagining the scene where the meteorite fell from the sky, and she was crushed under the huge meteorite, unable to move and unable to get up. I kept chanting this word and pinned all my hopes on it. In the so-called "lucid dream".

Suddenly, there was a terrible sound across the sky, which made me suddenly open my eyes. His gaze bypassed the woman and looked at the sky behind her. Suddenly, all the blue was stripped away, and it was dyed orange.

The meteor-like stream of light fell from the sky, I stretched my legs and kicked her away desperately, struggled backwards and moved away, only to hear a sharp scream accompanied by the loud noise of heavy objects hitting the ground, and the cracks in the ground spread little by little up to the feet.

Being hit by this kind of thing in reality should have been bloody and out of shape, right?

However, this woman who was crushed under the meteorite still held out her hand towards me with terrible obsession, muttering words of unknown meaning, but fortunately, she was also trapped.

However, just when I was secretly happy, the meteorite on her body gradually shattered.

This woman, taking advantage of this crack, came out from under the entanglement, and the screams that erupted from her mouth continued to roar into her ears.

The things created by my imagination seem not as strong as I imagined.

I panicked and took advantage of the time before she stood up, and ran back again.

Originally, I was going to fantasize about something terrifying to suppress her again, but a pure white door suddenly appeared right in front of me. This door stands abruptly in the middle of the road, and the middle of the door depicts a clock pointing to eleven.

The sound of footsteps behind him sounded again, and the high heels kept rubbing against the ground.

I clearly felt that the woman behind me was not far away.

Thinking of this, I stretched out my hand to try to push the door open, but the pale devil's claw rushed in again, and was about to grab my collar. I turned around abruptly and dodged to the side.

The woman's hair was tied up like a ghost, and she raised her pale hands, and a purple-blue thunder suddenly flashed across the sky, and struck straight at me!

In this flash of lightning, someone suddenly stood in front of me, and the purple-blue line instantly folded to the side, and bounced straight to the woman.

"Sure enough, I still don't want you to go back there."

There was a gentle voice in the cold tone.

I was stunned and put down my hands that were blocking my eyes. The person standing in front of me was indeed the young lady from just now.

But this time, before I could speak, she disappeared before my eyes again.

I don't have time to think about who she is, and I don't allow me to be in a daze. Having learned the lesson from last time, I hastily pushed the door with the clock printed on it behind me without hesitation.

As I expected, the pale hand behind me struggled to reach out to me again.

I took a sharp step forward and jumped to the other side of the door.

The hand was suddenly shut out, only the angry growl was heard.

Gradually, the surroundings became silent.

I breathed a sigh of relief and looked around.

In any case, he finally escaped.

In the blink of an eye, there was a completely different scene in front of him.

As if it should be taken for granted, there are clocks of different sizes staying in the air. I lowered my head and found myself standing on the hands of a huge clock. I look unusually small on the pointer, and even the distance from the pointer to the clock dial is so high that it chills me.

At this time, the pure white closed door behind him gradually disappeared from the bottom to the top, as if someone had ignited it.

Looking at the unbelievable fire, I felt a bad premonition at my feet, so the hands suddenly turned, and I almost fell on the clock dial because of it!

I hugged the tip of the pointer desperately, and the pointer turned clockwise to the number eleven before finally stopping.

Just when I was about to calm down and breathe a sigh of relief, the pointer suddenly turned vertically, as if to throw me off, I quickly hugged the pointer tightly, but was still pulled by an incredible force of gravity, and fell heavily It fell on the huge "11".

The pointer seems to have completed his own task, pointing to the number twelve on its own.

At this moment, the long distance between the hands and the dial quickly narrowed, the world became closer to our eyes, and the originally black number "11" suddenly shone brightly.

The moment the light dimmed, I saw figures suddenly appear one after another on the numbers around me.

From 1 to 11, they all flashed the same purple light at the same time, only the number 12 remained unmoved.

I looked everywhere—not just this clock where I was. The clocks of different sizes in the sky are also overcrowded.