The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

At first, Sigmund also thought that the memory loss of the original owner was a normal phenomenon after time travel, but now it seems that this incompleteness is obviously the result of man-made.

When entering the fourth level, casting the memory palace can trace a person's past, and through this method, the missing part of the memory may be retrieved.

The fire was blazing, and when the church collapsed and the flames were extinguished, what awaited Lawrence was destruction or rebirth?

The discovery in Lawrence's deep dream made Sigmund firm in his choice and at the same time determined his future path.

He still held a parchment scroll in his hand, but he hesitated for a while. Sigmund didn't try to ignite it. He decided to wait until he entered the fourth level, and then make plans based on the information dug out from the depths of his memory.

With a heartbeat, the surrounding space collapsed, and when he came back to his senses, he had reappeared in the nightmare carriage, the pass in his hand was shattered, the pocket watch on the table was ticking, and the time seemed to have passed only a moment.

The rain outside the car was pattering, Sigmund did not go forward in the rain, but closed his eyes, and activated the ability of the nightmare carriage again. There was a sense of weightlessness and distortion around him. When he opened his eyes, he sat at the front of the carriage, surrounded by endless the void.

"Enter a shallow dream."

A straight road appeared in front of the carriage, leading to different places in the distance. After a little perception, Sigmund shook his head and smiled bitterly, "It's really a special day, so many people will dream of me today."

Ashley, Rebecca, and Gildo, huh? Montana?

Since the incident at the White Seagull Manor, Sigmund and Montana have had little contact. The last time they entered Montana's shallow dream to investigate the case.

Why is there you every time?

Due to the problem of the Oracle Church, Montana was unable to attend Sigmund's funeral today, and did not disturb the nun's lucid dream. Sigmund raised his whip and marched into a road.

At the end of the road, the nightmare carriage jumped into the air, and then the picture in front of him was shattered. When he opened his eyes, he entered...

WC, so big!

Opening his eyes, a snow-white, impactful large piece occupied his entire sight.

Surrounded by familiar and unfamiliar environments.

It is familiar because Sigmund spent an embarrassing night with Juana in this room, and it is unfamiliar because the surrounding tables, chairs and beds are entwined with green vines.

The house also seems to be floating in the air, looking out along the window, there is a scent of birds and flowers.

That's right, what Sigmund chose was Juana's dream.

This time he clearly noticed the difference. In the past, when he entered other people's shallow dreams, he was just a passive bystander. If he made any move, he would be subconsciously rejected by the dream owner, and then kicked out of the shallow dream.

But this time, because of the visual impact in front of him, Sigmund subconsciously withdrew his hand and grabbed it, but he didn't feel any rejection after that.

"Does this mean I can move freely in other people's shallow dreams?"

So... should my hands be up or down?

Which one to choose?

Or up and down, up and down?

"Why did you die suddenly?"

rattling.

Big teardrops fell on his face. Sigmund raised his head and saw Juana who was streaming down his face. Shallow dreams would magnify certain emotions of a person, otherwise Sigmund would never have seen Juana lose his composure. Condition.

He sighed softly, and put his hands down neatly, but the next second, Juana suddenly buried Sigmund's cheek firmly in her chest.

um... um...

"It's just a dream anyway."

There was a murmur in her ear, and Juana pushed Sigmund and the chair down with both hands.

The body leaned back, but the hard floor disappeared instantly when he fell to the ground, and a soft bed made of flowers appeared under him, blue sky and white clouds, and the environment suddenly changed.

"This is really the style of the child of nature."

He muttered casually, and when he raised his head, Sigmund froze in place.

The big white rabbit is white and white, and its eyes are staring.

I love to eat radishes and radishes, back and forth... ahem.

"Listen to me, actually I didn't... umm."

The rest of the words were all blocked in his mouth.

"Don't talk, I just want to be presumptuous once."

Juana's mental state is a bit wrong, but at this time Sigmund's will can no longer play a major role.

The clothes on his body were stripped off in an instant, and Sigmund was pushed down on top of the flowers. He looked up at the blue sky and white clouds.

"Do you want to quit? Or wait and see?"

There is no other meaning, I just want to do a simple research and compare the specific differences between dreams and reality.

I'm really not greedy for her...

He took off all his clothes, and just when Sigmund thought everything was going smoothly, he suddenly noticed the struggle on Juana's face. It seemed that even in a dream, she couldn't completely get past the defense line in her heart.

But at this moment, Sigmund felt that the flower bed under him suddenly collapsed, and his whole body seemed to fall into a boundless abyss. Above his head, he and Juana were still in the same posture just now.

"what happened?"

Just as a doubt arose in my heart, the scene in front of me changed drastically.

In the muddy and narrow alley, there were two figures, one big and one small. The woman's face was full of horror, and she tightly covered the child's mouth.

"Shut up, hide!" the woman urged in a weak voice.

"No matter what you see, don't make a sound, understand? Remember the game we played together?"

"One, two, three, don't open your eyes."

The child nodded vigorously, and then was stuffed into the garbage dump at the end of the alley by the embarrassed woman.

"I found you..." A man's sickly voice came from the alley, beating and insulting, his clothes were torn, and then panting like a beast.

Suddenly there was a scream, the man cursed, the sharp knife cut his throat, everything came to an abrupt end with hissing.

After an unknown amount of time, the sun rose and someone discovered the corpse in the alley. Only then did the child drag his stiff body out of the rubbish dump.

"One, two, three, don't open your eyes." The child bent down and closed the woman's angry eyes.

Standing outside the crowd, Sigmund sighed when he saw this scene. He knew that he had entered Juana's deep dream, pointing directly to the place in his heart.

"It's for this reason."

"Unable to face this past, she will never be able to let go of it."

One step out, the scene changed suddenly, and Sigmund returned to that alley again.

Familiar footsteps, familiar instructions, but this time, when the woman was caught, Sigmund found the girl in the garbage dump and handed her a sharp piece of metal.

"Pfft!"

Before the man was about to commit violence, he felt a pain in his lower back. He turned around and saw a fierce and immature face, "Damn you..."

Before he finished speaking, his throat was cut open by a sharp piece of metal, blood spattered out, and soon turned into a corpse.

"Don't blame yourself, you did a good job." Sigmund knew that he had found the key to restricting Juana from entering the fourth order.

The dislike of men is just a facade.

The picture in front of him was broken, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Juana lying beside him, the tangle on his face disappeared, and the brows were peaceful.

The two of them were completely naked and entangled together.

But who can tell me, this has not started or has ended?

Look down.

What is this called? I don't know if I slept or not.