Chapter 17: dream

Foreword: Madison ’s writing classmate, his only friend, Ms. West, is also a magical woman with a story that will be turned into reality. She has written about Wales so far. 'Death', Illegal Youth Activity Center in Grande, West End, Madison and Riley's acquaintance ... She has a black cat called a cookie. August 1st ?? text network ?? www.www. 81z. com
Mrs. White had a roster of interracial names given by Spella, which recorded all the codenames that Spella gave to the Baton aliens. There was a ‘dream’ in it, and Zac had suspected that it was Lip.
The summary ends.
It seems to be filtered by the gray filter, the space is clear and wide, but it makes people feel suffocated. Wrong, there is no one here, even the light source does not know where it is, but there are brown floating dust swaying on the rugged, cold and hard land like the surface of the moon, reflecting phosphorescence.
Of course, this is not Patton, and probably not any place in the real world, it is someone's dream.
A small amount of dust was raised on the rugged ground, and black plush little claws suddenly appeared in this space. The slender tail stood upright behind him, shaking gently, a, uh, black cat.
Sounds began to appear in this space, "Where is this?"
The figure began to push away the shaking dust to gain space for his appearance. "Are you sure you want to go here?" The same voice is still expressing doubts.
Wait a moment to make this figure clearer, we can see who he is.
"Listen." He sorted out the slightly wrinkled formal jacket first. "I thank you for helping me." It's clear, it's Lip. "But at least answer my question! I'm sure this cat is not you The real form, at least, let me know what is helping me? Sorry, I ’m not saying you are something, uh, what the are you ... "
The black cat jumped onto Lipp's shoulder before the ground under the soft four claws cracked. Interrupted Lip's question.
The space was shaking, and the already potted ground was covered with cracks, as if the world in violation was about to collapse.
Lips panicked, clinging to the hard soil he was standing on, waving his arms, "Please stabilize! Stabilize! Stabilize!" What is he screaming? "We are not intruders! We will not disturb your dream! Just here. Stay here for a while! Please, please stabilize ..."
The world ... listened to Lip's request. The gray space without light sources, the shaking phosphorescent dust, the potted landmarks, and the suffocating and empty world returned to their original stability.
"Exhale--" a long exhalation. Lipp bent his hands on his knees, "It's dangerous ..."
Stepping on Lipp's back neck and circling Lipp's head softly, the black cat jumped back to the ground and raised a small amount of dust, but the cat's dark night fluff did not stick a trace, so amazing. In addition, Lipp vowed. When the cat landed on the ground, he gave himself a look of contempt!
"What's wrong!" Lipp caught up with the black cat in dissatisfaction. "I'm still weak! I don't want to be so weak! How do I know that the holy bishop's" Suicide will go to "is true!" What was he saying? Oh, suicide, Lipp committed suicide. "I knew I wouldn't take part in the ritual of the nursing home when I was alive! But now the standard of the Lord's faith is so bad, are the dozing guys on the worship counted as believers, To be included in the belief system to manage (reason) ... "
The black cat turned his head and clearly gave you an expression that would scratch your face. Uh.
"What's the matter." Lipp frowned, "I'm telling the truth, if it's not when you cross the border. The call of affects me and distracts me. I'm definitely not going to be like this infertility now! Uh, I ’m not as good as a filmman now. "
The black cat gave another white eye. Pacing at random on potholes is probably too lazy to comment.
"Well, thank you anyway. If it weren't for you, I might not even be as good as the filmman, and was pulled to to become a demon."
The black cat shook its tail.
"What?" Lip said with a frown. "You don't think I can be a demon? How is it possible! I'm at least a dream demon. It shouldn't be a dead spirit after death again. Uh, although it's just a bad dream. Demon ... "He readjusted his mood, and his tone became active." When I get rid of these dreams! Find the timeline where I am still alive, and reconnect with the living human beings, I can do it again and correct some 'errors', Re ... "
The black cat faced Lipp, sitting upright, and looked at Lipp, who was talking to himself, like a statue.
"What's the matter?" Lipp frowned again, and looked at the black cat in front of him. "Listen, I am very grateful to you. I appeared when I was in crisis and helped me, but, I don't know you, I even you are I do n’t know anything. So do n’t give me this look ... "
The black cat does not move, like a statue.
"It's this look!"
Like the statue.
"Uh! Can you stop looking at me like that! If you don't like what I said, you can refute me!"
The statue meowed, meowed ...
"Ah!" Lipp fiddled with his head, "Forget it. I'll focus on getting rid of the situation in front of me." Lipe no longer looked at the black cat, looking around his space.
Quiet for a long time, "Wow. This is the most boring dream I've ever seen." Lipp squatted down, scratching the ground twice, and covered with dust and nothing, "There is no life in this place, The owner of the dream is about to hang up. "
The black cat licked his paw.
Lipp looked up, "There is no sky, no star sun, this person's brain has given up imagination." Lipp left and right, "No plants, no green things, or creatures, except for us, he already knows his life Not much. "Lipp stepped on the ground." Where is this place? It is full of holes, probably his summary of his life. "Lipp waved his hand and waved the floating dust." And it will be covered by dust. Uh, I am sad for the owner of this dream. "
The demon's compassion lasted only a moment.
Slap, Lipp clapped his hands, rubbing his palms with energy, "I'm leaving this place! I'm catching up with the chasing soldiers!" Look, who is dreaming of such a boring place! "
"Meow ~"
"It's not time!" Lipp was about to ignore the black cat. "It's not good for us to stay here. If they come, we won't have a place to hide."
Wait, who are they?
The black cat jumped on Lipp's shoulder again. The black slender tail swept back and forth across the dream monster's face regardless of Lipp's scrambled hands.
"You!" Lipp was annoyed, grabbing the black cat on his shoulder, "believe it or not I put you ..."
A small paw of the black cat pointed behind Lip.
Lipp turned around and looked bad. "Bo, Boyson ..."
Boyson, who didn't know when to appear in this world, smiled and bent, knuckles tapped on the raised boots, banging stiffly. "It seems that I finally got lucky once and found you. Dream." While straightening the neckline of Polo's tie, he walked towards Lip, "Oh, cat? Is this your companion, or ..." Boyson observed from the left In this space, "What's in your dream? Well, probably not."
The black cat was guarded in Lipp's arms, and he stretched his hand to the approaching Boyson and made a move not to approach, which was obviously useless. So he could only retreat on the pothole surface, shouting meaninglessly at Boyson, "Don't come!"
"It's really sad." Boyson turned his head, "I thought we were friends."
"Sibella is a friend, you are not!" Lip was obviously not prepared to give the other party a near chance.
"Oh! This is really hurtful." Boyson was still approaching. "Why did you choose Spira, not me? Look at me. I'm in someone's dream, can Spira do it?" laugh. This is showing off.
"I have no one to choose!" Lipp was still retreating, and the faint halo was diffusing at the same time, and the fertile dream demons were praying, please. Please someone dreaming of such a place!
"Uh, too. You chose Grande." Boyson clearly noticed the halo on Lip, but he still smiled because the same halo also scattered on him, "It's a bit unfair . Do n’t you think. Grande did n’t give you any reason to help them, did he? It ’s us, okay, me and Spira, who will protect you while you ’re alive. No one is special because of your dream demons. Go harass-harass-you, right. "
"Then what are you doing now?" Lipp shook his head and stepped back. "Why chase me! What do you want!"
"Oh, I want to help you." Boyson kept a smile, "You look weak, huh, what happened? Look at you, trapped yourself in such a suffocating place. This can be The legendary legend of breaking through reality and fantasy is different. Ha ha, Lip, you need help, let me help you. "
"Help me? This is a lie! My situation is irrelevant to you." Lip said with a sullen face. "This is the process that I must go through as a demon. I don't need your help." It means that it is normal for human Lip to die, lose contact with reality, return to illusion, and be trapped in a dream. What is abnormal is that Lipp is now infertile and is trapped in a dream with a cat.
"Oh, how about I need your help? Lip, let us not say something nice to comfort each other." Boyson's smile began to converge, because the space began to tremble and the ground began to crack. This world seems to be collapsing again because of the appearance of the intruder. "Let's make a deal. Let's give each other a chance to start again. You get a chance to become a dream demon again. I get back to Nannan, Right to reside in North District ... "
Wait! What did Boyson say? Right to reside in the north and south! What does this wizard want to do? Do you want to use the dream demon of Lip to return to the time when the enchantment of Spira is unfolded to prevent the enchantment from appearing and reset the timeline in the real world outside of this dream? !
It's a pity not to wait. The dream world collapsed.
No, it's not collapse, it's Lip, and Lip's face is hazy with a halo of light, and the light spot like a galaxy peels from his body and spreads to the whole space!
The cracked ground is rapidly healing, and the light like a gray filter is starting to saturate and vivid.
"What are you doing?" Boyson looked at his side from the left, the hard and potted land began to be soft and muddy, the empty land began to protrude and grow trees, and the quiet world began to make noise Mixed.
"Huh, huh!" A slightly thick gasp came out when Lipp looked around, "Hug, sorry ..." Of course not to Boyson, "I said I won't mess with your dreams, but I'm sorry, originally The bare place makes me wonder where I am, I ca n’t find the connection between this place and other dreams, I ca n’t jump out! I have to do something, set aside time, at least a little bit of vitality appears here, let me find and leave Channel! "
"It's useless." Boyson frowned, looking at the mud that had covered his boots. It was completely different here. Boyson turned sideways and let the soldiers who ran past him, "Look at what you did, and made a poor checkmate dream back to war."
"At least I know where it is now!" Lip still hugged the black cat. "It was the war ended ten years ago. The battlefield here, Boyson, you will be very surprised how many people will dream of this place. You It's impossible to find me again! "
"Oh, yes." Boyson bent again and knocked on his boots. "As long as my luck is not exhausted, huh, huh, I think I can stay positive." As he lifted his body, the red spell suddenly shot at Lip!
Boyson is not going to rely on his next luck anymore, he wants to catch Lip! right now!
but.
Lip shuddered, his body penetrated.
A running man pulled by a muddy soldier covered his body passed through the back. The man blocked Lipp and was hit by a red spell.
The man stopped and said to the soldiers around him, "Something hit me." The voice was familiar.
"What!" The soldier rushed at the man, overwhelming him, and fired his gun alertly, "Where! Doctor! Where! How are you! Doctor! Are you injured! Doctor!"
"No." Zac frowned and pushed away the soldier who was pressing on him, and looked at the soldier with red eyes. "How many times have I said that the bullet can't hurt me. It is probably an illusion."
"Uh, uh ..." The soldier's muddy face smeared on a sleeve that was dirty enough, "Sorry, doctor! I forgot! I will remember! Doctor!"
Zac leaned his lips and slapped the mud on his body. The clothes were ruined. "Don't be sorry, cherish your own life, don't waste it, soldier." Zac looked back from the left, his eyes directly penetrated the persecution Lip and Boyson, of course, this is a dream, no one can see anyone.
"Go." Zach patted the soldier. "Uh, who am I going to save this time."
"My lieutenant general, doctor! His injury is serious! Doctor!"
"Okay, then don't waste time."
The space is dark.
What a short dream. (To be continued.)