Chapter 875 - Talking
As the soldiers left their beds to answer the morning call, Angor returned to his room after a full night’s work. There were five subjects who had lucid dreams yesterday night, who “continued on” after death, much to Angor’s delight.
But despite his good progression, he still had one big question about reading dreams.
Until now, he had used Dream Walk for over 200 times. No matter which dream he was looking, he always passed through the same wilderness before entering the dream.
It didn’t affect his cantrip in any way, but he still would like to know what that place was.
According to Freud, there was only the “dream bridge” that acted as a medium for a Dream Manipulator to go inside a dream. There should be nothing else in between.
Could this be something unique that only he could see? But what caused it?
Taking shortcuts while building the cantrip model couldn’t be the reason since many apprentices tended to improvise in similar ways when studying level-0 cantrips.
Could it be something related to his nightmare energy?
What’s that supposed to mean?! Angor couldn’t help but protest in his mind.
Across the gentle breezes of spring, he saw the two kids now running in circles around a tree trunk, while Jon and his wife watched the childish fun with their own smiles.
Angor simply felt the awkwardness getting unbearable, which was made worse when the children were still laughing non-stop as if the dream had come to a halt.
“Oh, come on! Even the most cliché television dramas won’t use these acts anymore!”
As he yelled out aloud, the whole dream froze up all of a sudden, leaving Jon as the only element who was capable of moving.
Jon always knew that this was all a dream, and that voice he just heard shouldn’t exist.
“Who’s that?” Jon questioned in a small voice while trying to discover the intruder in his dream. As the dream’s creator, he could definitely do such a thing.
Angor sighed in great relief when he saw Jon asking him to come out instead of using harsher means right away. As he expected, Jon remained to be a composed scholar and knew how to control his actions, unlike those prisoners who wouldn’t have a second thought when using their fake freedom however they liked.
“Hey, Teacher. It’s me.”