Chapter 859 - Lucid Dream
If Jon knew what was going on, it meant he was having a “lucid dream”.
In most cases, dreamers could control such dreams to a certain extent such as turning themselves into supermen.
But for now, Angor didn’t see any traces of such manipulation yet. Actively changing the course of a dream would easily cause it to become unreasonable, illogical, and more obvious than common dreams. And of course, the drastic changes all tended to be in the dreamer’s favor.
Jon had spent a long time talking to his neighbors and watching his wife, while everything he interacted with was fluent. This dream was almost a perfect recreation of Jon’s old memories, which was a rare case for lucid dreamers.
A small girl with a double-bun hairstyle, pink princess skirt, and a large school backpack rushed into Angor’s view and crashed into Jon’s legs.
Angor looked more closely and saw the girl resembled the woman above in many ways.
The girl was running too fast, so the accident knocked her to the ground. She looked about to cry, like any other kids who painfully fell on their butts.
“Hey, Muey,” Jon called her name.
“We confirmed, Jon. The decay is caused by the Alien Eye—what’s going on? Not feeling well?”
“It’s nothing. Maybe I caught a cold last night.” Jon hid his true condition.
“Should I handle the job this time?” The researcher moved to take Jon’s containers, but Jon quickly rejected the offer.
“I’m fine. Tell our men to concentrate on their end. I’ll handle our schedule.”
Jon’s strange attitude had further confirmed it for Angor that Jon was purposely proceeding with the dream in a certain way. This didn’t seem like the work of the Dream Weaver. Rather, it was probably Jon himself who set up the “plot”.
But why would he do such a thing?