Chapter 857 Successful Dream Entry <TOC> Chapter 859 Never Forgotten
Translator: SumTLMan
Upon exiting the dream realm, the emotional whirlwind stirred up within Angel had yet to calm down.
However, once the initial excitement had subsided, Angel began to grapple with confusion. The successful cultivation of the Dream Entry spell was undoubtedly a good thing, but why did the Nightmare power possess characteristics of dreams? Or could it be that not only the Nightmare power, but also the Nightmare power itself, bear features of dreams? Yet, according to —Mystery of the Nightmare Domain—, compiled by Sanders, no connection seems to be drawn between these two.
With Angel’s current understanding of the Nightmare Domain, he was unable to answer this question, and could only shelve it for the time being.
At this moment, the night outside the window was in full swing, the biting cold wind causing the curtain to billow and flutter, the sigh of the night resonating softly.
On such a bitterly cold night, it was most fitting to shut the windows tight, listen to the wailing of the wind outside, light up the fireplace to bask in the warm glow, snuggle comfortably under the soft cotton blanket, and drift into a peaceful slumber.
Having entered Toby’s dream, Angel naturally wasn’t satisfied yet. He decided to test a few more people, confirm the effectiveness of the Dream Entry spell, and then enter Jon’s dream.
Thus, he quietly opened the door and arrived at the entrance of the neighboring bedroom.
This was Ollie’s boudoir. Standing at the door, with Angel’s current hearing, he could clearly hear the calm and relaxed rhythm of breathing inside; Ollie had certainly fallen asleep.
Initially, Angel intended to enter Ollie’s dream to have a look, but before he could open the door, he heard Ollie mumbling in her sleep: “You’re such a bother…”
This was followed by a series of silver-bell-like giggles.
Angel, who had been about to push the door open, paused in the middle of his movement. He didn’t know what kind of dream Ollie was having, but if it was something private, it wouldn’t be appropriate for him to intrude.
Angel turned around and walked away, wandering the corridors in the deep of the night for several minutes.
Finally, he stopped with a complex expression on his face at the entrance of a particular door.
His mixed feelings were because the flamboyance of this door exceeded human imagination. Engraved on the bronze door were various mythical creatures, Three-eyed Titans, Serpent-tailed Tortoises, Lava Demons… all of them seemed formidable. But towering above all these species was a giant silhouette carrying a giant sun on his back.
This figure overshadowed all creatures, standing aloof as if a deity. But upon closer inspection, from the figure’s characteristic “anchor-style” beard, one could easily guess his identity—
The Damask, Nano.
Clearly, this room belonged to Nano, and without any doubt, this door was also carved by Nano.
Angel had been so busy with his own work over the past few months that he hadn’t had the time to pay attention to what Nano was up to. However, looking at such a grand and narcissistic door, he could easily imagine what Nano had been doing.
Sighing and shaking his head, Angel extended his mental tendrils to unlock the door from the inside and quietly entered Nano’s room.
Nano’s quarters were once intended for esteemed guests, and from the current standpoint, no alterations have been made, except for the addition of some vibrantly colored fluorescent silks for adornment. It appears that upon arriving at the Pat Manor, Nano hasn’t made any immediate changes to his living environment. Instead, he prioritized establishing his presence, which aligns with his character.
At this moment, Nano was lounging on the large bed, limbs sprawled out in every direction, snoring as if a storm was brewing.
Angel constructed the spell for entering dreams in his mental space. It took him a full minute to intricately craft this illusion.
When the dream bridge materialized before Angel’s eyes, he once again extended his dream tendrils.
Nano’s dream was somewhat unexpected to Angel. The setting was within the Pat Manor where an irate Nano was seen chasing after the gleefully laughing Auchanchan.
In Auchanchan’s hands was an untouched silk, and he was running towards head maid Mana, shouting as he ran, “Head maid Mana, I’ve snatched this week’s silk again!”
Nano, however, was bellowing, “That’s mine, give back my silk!”
Angel took a quick glance and exited the dream. Then he noticed, despite Nano’s fury in the dream, he was actually giggling in reality, far from having a nightmare, it seemed like a pleasant dream.
It seems that despite Nano’s verbal dislike for Auchanchan, he might actually hold some affection for him?
“A genuine introvert,” Angel muttered to himself, providing his assessment before turning to leave.
For the remainder of the night, he wandered amongst the ordinary folks, testing many dreamscapes. There were pleasant dreams and nightmares; what surprised Angel the most was that the dreams of the Kulakuka tribe were all pleasant. Most of them involved industriously constructing their new homes in their dreams. This showed the unity of the tribe and their innate goodness.
Contrarily, many humans were having nightmares, most of which were extended from inconsequential matters.
With increased experience in entering dreams, he was starting to form a basic concept of the Dream Entry spell.
Firstly, not everyone can have their dreams entered. Some people may appear to be in deep slumber, but they’re not dreaming, and Angel couldn’t build a dream bridge with them using the Dream Entry spell. According to Freud’s notes on —Dream Entry—, a significant number of people don’t dream, but there are ways to induce dreams in them, such as the Dream Induction spell, or by placing a Dream Flower in their room. Of course, Dreamweaver Ants can also be used.
Secondly, the scenarios in the dreams of some people aren’t entirely clear. In fact, the majority of people experience fragmentary dreams without any logical sequence, as if veiled by a thin layer of gauze. These dreams, even with the Dream Entry spell, aren’t particularly valuable. Other methods need to be employed to clarify these fragmented dreams, but this isn’t something a novice like Angel can do.
Another point that Angel was curious about was the true nature of the dream realm. He still didn’t have a clear understanding of it. Every individual’s dream realm seemed to exist independently, without any connection to the others. Could this be what Freud was referring to when he said that everyone’s dream is separate from but also exists within the dream realm?
Beyond that, every time Angel delved into the dream with the bridge, a scene unfolded before him—a boundless, limitless expanse of wilderness.
Was this vast wasteland the dream realm? Since Freud didn’t document it and his own understanding of dreams was rather limited, the question hung in the air, unanswered for the time being.
However, after numerous trials without any anomalies, he decided to investigate further once his companions awakened the next day. If all went as expected, it should be safe to test it on Jon.
The following morning, Angel, in a rare occurrence, emerged from his room.
The majority of spring had passed, and with the shift in climate, the previously gloomy weather was gradually being replaced by radiant sunshine.
While enjoying his breakfast in the dining room, Angel engaged in a conversation about the dream Toby had the previous night. Toby, honest as always, recounted his dream of frolicking in a sea of small dried fish.
“So, you’re this fond of small dried fish?”
Toby nodded vehemently, then proceeded to mime out which type of pickled dried fish was his favorite.
“Given Toby’s fondness for small dried fish, why not have a servant go to town and purchase some later?” suggested Leon, who walked in yawning, casually dressed, revealing much of his chest.
Toby bobbed his head excitedly, letting out a series of chirps at Leon.
Without delay, Leon instructed Mana, the head maid, to send someone to town for the dried fish. Mana promptly set about executing the task upon hearing his orders.
After taking a seat, Leon turned to Toby and added, “I had the tailor make a few suits for you. They’re at Moonbell’s place. She said she wanted to infuse them with some floral scent for you. Remember to pick them up.”
At the mention of new clothes, Toby’s eyes lit up. He couldn’t even wait to finish his breakfast and darted out of the dining room as swift as an arrow.
“If you continue to spoil him like this, Toby will get cocky,” Angel remarked, although his eyes sparkled with amusement. Toby’s happiness while interacting with his family was exactly what he hoped for.
“My dear brother, what prompted you to join us for breakfast today?” Leon inquired.
“Nothing special. I’ve just been engrossed in research and felt a bit drained. I needed a breather,” Angel responded after a brief pause, then asked, “By the way, how’s the war situation? And what about the refugee resettlement?”
“After our significant victory at Sea Moon City, the situation has stabilized for the time being. Currently, General Aaron is acting as the governor in the Elegant Plum Province. Rumor has it that Princess Shannon has switched her battlefield to the Black Crow Province, seemingly aiming to drive the Sea Wave out. However, the exact situation remains unclear,” Leon explained.
“As for the refugees, thanks to the illusionary realm you set up, others can’t intrude. The refugees who signed up for servitude have started their new lives, and it seems to be going well so far.”
After sharing the current state of affairs, Leon curiously asked Angel, “What about you? Any progress with your research?”
Mention of progress and Angel lapsed into silence, a quietness more deafening than any spoken words.
Upon seeing this, Leon took the hint, intuitively sensing the unspoken response. He deftly changed the topic, steering the conversation towards more mundane matters.
After breakfast, Angel went to visit those he had guided into dreams the night before. Upon confirming their overall well-being, he leisurely made his way to the direction of the underground ice chamber.
Within the frosty sarcophagus, Jon seemed to be faring quite well.
The corners of his lips were slightly curved in a seemingly contented smile. It appeared that the delightful dreams provided by the Dreamweaver Ant had left him gratified.
Angel took a deep breath, steadying the ripples in his emotions. Then, he began to construct the model for the dream entry spell in his mental realm. After a while, Angel cautiously cast the Dream Entry spell on Jon.
When he saw a dark void rise up, Angel’s heartbeat accelerated as if being chased by a wild beast.
Success! The dream bridge had truly materialized!
Jon was indeed dreaming! Angel glanced back at the Dreamweaver Ant’s nest by the pillow, his heart filled with profound emotions. He felt incredibly fortunate to have acquired the Dreamweaver Ant. Otherwise, even if he had learned the Dream Entry spell, it would likely be of little use.
Suppressing the waves of excitement threatening to overtake him, Angel extended the dream tendril into the dream bridge.
What confronted him was still a fleeting image of an endless wilderness.
Angel halted in the middle of the dream bridge. He felt that there seemed to be some black objects appearing in the boundless wilderness from before. Could it be the creatures of the dream realm?
Unable to figure it out, Angel decided not to dwell on it and continued forward.
Upon seeing the white void that represented the entrance to the dream, Angel’s excitement was indescribable. He knew that with the help of the Dreamweaver Ant, Jon was certainly having a beautiful dream. But what exactly was he dreaming about?
Could it be Earth? Or the days at the Pat Manor?
Angel was inclined towards Earth, as that was the true home of Jon.
With such curiosity, Angel stepped into the white void.
Chapter 857 Successful Dream Entry <TOC> Chapter 859 Never Forgotten