Lost Narrative Poetry

Dreams are the continuation of reality, and reality is the end of dreams.

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hiss--

Xia Ran suddenly sat up from the bed, stretched out her hand to cover her left eye, and took a deep breath of air.

It hurts so much... hiss... hiss...

The voice was trembling and deformed, which made people tremble in their hearts. He could hardly help but feel like he was going crazy. He was gasping for air while making this depressing and dull sound.

Because it really hurts, it hurts beyond imagination.

The first stab in the abdomen was the second one, and the one that directly passed through the entire left eye was the truly inhuman pain. When it reached his brain, his sanity almost collapsed.

Of course, it is impossible to accept such pain and cruelty easily.

If he hadn't had an awakening before, which made him go crazy and trade injuries for his life, it would probably be difficult for him to ignore his injuries and stab the murderer to death.

As for what the whole process was like, Xia Ran couldn't retell it at all. After all, his mind was blank at that time and his body was controlled by instinct.

The severe pain and crazy determination left him no time to think about anything else. He just repeated rapid, violent, wild and violent actions like mechanical movements. He only knew that the sharp blade he had snatched was thrust into him like a storm. Suppressed body.

The fatal pain not only stimulated his nerves and made him unbearable, making him want to pass out immediately, but it also seemed to have completely aroused a certain violence in his heart. He really risked his life at that time, and he must let the other person go to hell. .

Even if it's just a dream - he's had enough of this!

Facts have proved that those who are cruel are afraid of being cruel, those who are cruel are afraid of being crazy, and those who are crazy are afraid of risking their lives. Although Xia Ran didn't have much experience in life-and-death combat, his advantage at that time was that he was willing to risk everything and was less afraid of death than his opponent.

And although he has little physical strength left, the opponent is obviously not very good either. After all, when chasing and escaping, one is not running alone, but both sides have to consume energy bars.

In addition, the other party had already killed a person before, and the victim did not wait for the killing. Therefore, the crazy struggle and resistance before death naturally consumed most of the madman's energy.

Because even if you kill a chicken, the chicken cannot be slaughtered by you quietly. If you are not careful, you may not be able to catch it, let alone a big living person? ——Perhaps the murderer was prepared to seize the right opportunity to kill him with one blow, but Xia Ran's timing when he broke into the scene was too good.

As a result, something went wrong, and he finally spent a lot of effort to deal with that woman... Perhaps it was the combination of these reasons that finally determined the outcome.

In Xia Ran's world at that time, there was basically only a very bright red... that was hot blood, the other party's blood, and his own blood.

This was the only feeling he could clearly feel at that time. Apart from that, there was only the vague feeling that the body he had suppressed slowly turned into a corpse under his crazy continuous stabbing.

In the process of blood splattering, the murderer struggled crazily at the beginning, and then rapidly lost strength and life. He gradually stopped vomiting blood, roaring or struggling.

But Xia Ran didn't stop because of this until he himself lost consciousness...

——Then, this is what it is now.

Fortunately it's just a dream...

He opened his mouth like a drowning person after being rescued from the shore, panting heavily, and finally slowly calmed down. Xia Ran, who realized that he was now in reality, still touched his left eye with lingering fear.

Then, he touched his abdomen again.

Of course, I found that everything was intact, no blood, no injuries, only the inhuman pain that stimulated the brain nerves was so clear... but it was also fading rapidly, becoming illusory and unreal.

It seems to be the frightening remnants of a dream. No matter how clearly it appears and how real the experience is, it is always just the content of the dream.

After he wakes up now and returns to the dimension called reality, all this will be quickly forgotten.

only……

Xia Ran understood that just because of this, he could never deny the tragic feeling just now, because it was really a kind of pain that made him want to completely faint or even die immediately.

Realizing that his pajamas were soaked with cold sweat, he let out a long sigh again, and then glanced at the tightly covered curtains. Although he couldn't see the night outside, it was probably still dark. A piece of paint, right?

Moreover, the fluorescent hour hand of the alarm clock on the desk is pointing to the number 5, clearly showing the time:

5:50 minutes...

about.

It was already close to six o'clock in the morning.

It was probably such a time. After all, it was not a digital clock with a more intuitive display, but an old-fashioned analog clock with an analog dial. So for a while, Xia Ran could only see an approximate time.

Because he is slightly short-sighted to begin with. Although it is not to the point where a hermaphrodite is a hermaphrodite from thirty meters away, and a dog and a human are indistinguishable from fifty meters away, it still has some influence.

And he didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he still felt a burning pain in his left eye.

After sitting on the bed, closing his eyes, and taking a few deep breaths, he got up and got out of bed, put on his slippers, went directly to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and then changed his clothes.

Since he couldn't sleep anymore, he simply started preparing to cook breakfast for himself.

One very strange thing was that he had just encountered such a thrilling and terrifying situation, but now he had calmed down extremely quickly, as if he had become accustomed to that situation.

As if it was just a game, no matter how intense and involved the process was, it was over when it was over.

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Ten minutes later.

Standing in front of the washing machine and setting the program, Xia Ran listened to a dull sound that echoed slightly in the room, creating a strange sense of depth.

It's like the atmosphere in a horror movie, and a house in Nuo Da is empty, and he is the only one living there. It is indeed easy for people to have such associations...

It's just that Xia Ran is not in the mood to think about this at all now. The simple truth is that a person who has just experienced a thrilling life-and-death fight has no reason to expect his mood to get out of it immediately.

Even though it was just a dream, it was an extremely clear dream, just like a real dream!

Just like now, except for the pain of the injury, Xia Ran can still recall other feelings very clearly, including the pungent smog, the hot blood...

Just like the feelings in other dreams in the past, the sense of reality does not seem to be false at all.

Yes, as I have said before, Xia Ran is not unfamiliar with such a situation at all, but is already very familiar with it, and can even be said to be proficient, because this is not the first time he has experienced a similar situation.

When he was very young, he was frightened and fell seriously ill - although he was not aware of it and couldn't remember it, he just heard it from his elders.

Anyway, this has caused him to have some bad foundations since he was a child. He often gets sick easily, fevers and colds are common, and he always has some wild and bizarre dreams.

This situation has continued until now. Not only has there been no improvement, but it has...how should I put it? In a sense, it must have worsened?

Not long ago, he suffered from so-called illness, which forced him, who was already weak, to take a break from school for nearly a year.

During this period, it seemed that the boundary between dreams and reality was broken, and in the ocean of his spiritual consciousness and imagination, tearing false worlds were intertwined...

He had had dreams about war. The whole world was covered in explosions and flames, turned upside down and in chaos. Then it seemed like a bomb exploded around him, and then he woke up without even having time to feel the pain...

He had had dreams about the wasteland after the apocalypse. The sky was dark and lightless, shrouded in dark clouds of dust, thunder and lightning flashed from time to time, high-rise buildings collapsed and turned into ruins, and the desolate city was full of desolation...

He has had dreams about a cyberpunk future world, where city buildings are entirely made of unknown new materials, overhead magnetic rails connect the entire city, hovercars fly high above the ground, and a large number of spaceships shuttle through the air...

——Before adapting to the two time and spaces of reality and dream, Xia Ran almost suffered from schizophrenia.

Night is the day for dreaming, and light is the darkness for dreaming.

Compared with the world that is built by continuous accumulation according to common sense and cannot escape the constraints of physical laws no matter what, dreams are truly bizarre, fantastic, strange, full of unknowns and impossibility.

At first, he thought he had just mastered the key to lucid dreaming, but later he discovered that the situation seemed subtly different.

Of course, it must be a dream, he insisted. Because he found that he either didn't dream, but if he did, the scenes he dreamed about were basically consistent with some of the information he had received not long ago.

To put it simply, it may be that he read a novel, watched a movie, or even read a historical description in a book, so he couldn't help but think more... Because of receiving this information, later Only then will those bizarre dreams appear.

This is an important basis for Xia Ran's judgment. He thinks about it day by day and dreams at night.

And no matter how clear and real the feelings in the dream were, they disappeared after waking up, just like the injury he had just suffered, which did not continue into reality after waking up.

It can be said that nothing seems to be left except memories.

The only thing that has a direct impact on reality is that he feels that his spirit is getting weaker and weaker through repeated torture and life and death, as if his vitality is really draining...

Of course, everything has two sides, good and bad.

Not knowing exactly what her illness was, and the explanations she found seemed somewhat specious, and there seemed to be no hope of a cure, Xia Ran could only work hard to adapt, accept, and explore...

Then--

He discovered that this can actually be regarded as a golden finger in a sense?