I Founded Tantric Buddhism in London

Chapter 329: A Dream or Not a Dream

John Watson woke up in a daze, feeling as if he had had a very long and intermittent dream, so that his head was still groggy, as if some kind of buzzing afterglow was still lingering in his mind.

At the beginning of that long dream, he swam in the shining ocean of knowledge, and every shimmering wave contained wonderful knowledge.

The feeling of text and audio messages filling the brain was wonderful and infinite, which was a higher-dimensional satisfaction far superior to physiological satisfaction such as full stomach and sleep. Even though he had woken up at this moment, he still remembered the joy of acquiring knowledge.

In the middle of the dream, he woke up once to verify the knowledge given by Ms. Charlotte, experiment with the effect of the left eye prosthesis, and first experience the happiness of rational thinking.

Then? He seemed to be sitting on the bed stupidly, neither getting up nor sleeping, without any physical movement, nor any mental activity - this memory made John Watson feel confused, and he couldn't tell for a while whether the sitting was part of the dream or the memory of waking up.

But will there be a plot of waking up and falling asleep again in the dream?

Then he seemed to fall into a dream again, but the memory of the time in between proved that he was quite awake at that time, and it should be impossible for him to fall asleep again quickly... Is awakeness also a false perception in a dream?

Is a lucid dream still a dream? Or is it just a self-imagination?

The second dream that followed was a real dream. Now recalling it, there was both a subjective first-person perspective and a third-person perspective - when in the first-person perspective, John Watson still maintained a certain degree of awakeness.

But when switching to the third-person perspective, he seemed confused and could only passively receive the development of the dream, just like a spectator outside the stage, unable to interfere with the performance of the opera.

In this dream, John Watson vaguely remembered that he seemed to have walked into a very dark forest somewhere, and the silence in the forest was terrifying.

But the silence seemed to be mixed with some strange sounds that could only be heard by careful listening, such as the flapping of wings, the rustling of teeth, the thumping of drums, and the indistinct whispers... The volume of these strange sounds from unknown sources was very slight and confusing, and it seemed that they would disappear into the shadows deep in the woods if they were not careful. Even if you concentrate, it is difficult to catch the same rhythm again.

But John Watson felt that something was stirring in his heart, and he seemed to have some emotions that were difficult to describe in words.

It was a very mysterious feeling, familiar and strange, kind and scary.

But if you have to describe it in words, then John Watson felt that it was like returning to the narrow storage room under the stairs of the orphanage.

That narrow and dark little room was filled with the smell of moldy dust that had not been cleaned for a long time, and every breath seemed to be able to inhale a mountain of dust.

But for John Watson in his childhood, this was a safe little world, at least hiding there he didn't have to worry about being bullied, scolded and beaten.

But he had never seen this forest before, so why did he have such a feeling?

John Watson didn't think too much at that time - how could a person retain a clear consciousness in a dream? He just silently moved in a certain direction, as if he had already determined the destination and was moving forward with all his strength.

He crossed the twisted roots as thick as railings, he stepped on the soft and juicy dark green moss, and he saw some strange species that seemed to be neither human nor animal flashing in the shadow of the tree roots.

So far, the dream has not been considered absurd, it is just an ordinary dream of whimsy.

But when John Watson was walking aimlessly in his dream, the development of the dream suddenly became bizarre.

The dark forest suddenly vibrated with the clanging sound of weapons clashing, and the ancient giant trees trembled at the sound. Those tangled roots like giant snakes suddenly rose from the ground and twisted wildly like dancing!

The thick roots seemed to have turned into the flexible tentacles of an octopus, twisting to help the heavy tree body leave the dark soil.

The ancient iron-colored bark covered with gullies of time even emerged with tree tumors that looked like human faces. The human features of the tree tumors seemed to be roaring in anger, just like the tree soldiers who protected nature in ancient myths!

This group of ancient tree people staggered towards John Watson, and the sharp branches swayed left and right, as if they were wielding swords to chop at the ignorant sinners in front of them.

Faced with this sudden change, John Watson in the dream seemed extremely rational. He only felt that his heart became calmer after he entered this dream, as if the restless, fanciful and unstable elements in his emotions had been exhausted.

John Watson, facing the siege of a group of ancient tree people, was unprecedentedly calm, perhaps the calmest time in his life. He was even able to calm down and observe the movement speed and trajectory of the ancient tree people to infer the most suitable way to escape, no, the most suitable way to counterattack!

When the idea of ​​resistance emerged in his heart, the perspective of the dream also switched to a third-party perspective as if overlooking from the sky - he became a simple spectator, an immersive audience who could empathize with the anger and murderous intent of the stage actors.

John Watson looked at himself and reached behind his back and pulled out a long sword with a rugged blade that shone with cold light - now thinking back carefully, he always felt that he seemed to have pulled out this strange spinal long sword from his spine.

He held the deformed spinal sword in one hand and just stood there quietly waiting for the ancient tree man to approach.

In John Watson's third-party vision, he saw that these soldiers incarnated from ancient giant trees looked huge and impressive.

But in fact, their movements were quite slow. It took 1.6 seconds to raise their legs and land. The speed of swinging sharp branches was as slow as that of an old lady swinging a soup spoon. Only some ancient tree men threw the iron black fruit on the branches at a slightly faster speed, but as long as you pay attention to the hand-raising movements of these ancient tree men, you can easily dodge them.

John Watson looked at himself who was extremely confident and dodged the attack of the ancient tree man leisurely, as if he was playing and teasing. Sometimes he would raise his hand and swing a swift slash to cut the ancient tree man with a horrified face in half.

But before John Watson could kill all the invading tree men, a snow-white and bloated figure suddenly jumped out from behind him.

It was a creature that looked like a snowman that children play with in winter.

The snowman was made up of two snowballs, one large and one small, forming its trunk and head. The small snowball head was not made of the old-fashioned stones and carrots as eyes and nose, but was drawn with simple facial features in ink... The face looked like a cute little girl.

The limbs were four slender birch branches. A slender carrot like a thorn sword hung on the left arm branch, while seven small iron-black fruits hung on the right arm branch.

The little snowman who suddenly joined the battlefield first swung his right arm and threw out three iron-black fruits to hit the eyebrows of the three ancient tree people.

And the carrot thorn sword flashed back and forth among the ancient tree people like yellow-red thunder. In just two breaths, the eighteen ancient tree people were cut into pieces.

The broken wood chips splashed on John Watson's face, and the consciousness overlooking it seemed to experience the feeling of wood chips and milky white sap splashing on his body.

For some reason, John Watson in his dream felt a warmth from the ancient tree fragments that hit his skin. This warmth seeped into his body through his pores, as if some kind of intangible mysterious power was flowing into his body.

His soul seemed to be trembling slightly, and his bones seemed to be ringing like swords.

He couldn't help but stick out his tongue to lick the warm tree sap on his face. This taste... is really nostalgic!

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