Chapter 875 Research into Lucid Dreaming <TOC> Chapter 877 Jon's Inquiry
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As the morning star streaked across the night sky, the reveille began to echo through the military camp.
After a night of industrious work, Angel had returned to his temporary cabin. He had documented the lucid dreams of five individuals the night before, with the final results being fairly clear – although their physical bodies had perished, a glimmer of their spiritual essence remained within their dreams.
After noting down these data in his notebook, Angel plunged into deep thought.
Despite the current progress and development going in a favorable direction, some doubts incessantly niggled at Angel.
Oddly enough, whenever he entered dreams, opening the Dream Bridge into someone else’s Dream Realm, he would always briefly glimpse an image of a vast wilderness.
Up to now, he had entered dreams more than two hundred times, and this fleeting image had never been absent.
Even though it didn’t affect his Dream Entry, and each time it was only a flicker of a moment, this peculiar occurrence had piqued Angel’s curiosity.
When he had previously visited the Revelation Continent in search of Freud, he had questioned him about his experience during Dream Entry. Freud had reported that he simply stepped onto the Dream Bridge and entered the Dream Realm directly, with no abnormalities appearing in the process.
“So, is this a personal phenomenon?” Angel questioned himself. However, why would his experience differ from Freud’s?
Tracing back to the origins, there were two points where his learning of the Dream Entry spell diverged from others. Firstly, he had forcibly constructed the spell model. However, Angel felt that this was probably not the reason. In fact, when apprentices first entered the Wizarding World and constructed their initial, zero-level spells, they essentially forcibly constructed the spell models. It was only when the level of the spell increased that the difficulty of this forced construction became extremely high. Furthermore, spell models varied from person to person, so in general, it was only possible to learn in a step-by-step manner.
Secondly, the prerequisite for his rapid learning of the Dream Entry spell was his possession of nightmare power.
His Dream Entry spell was based on the foundation of the nightmare power. Strictly speaking, the accurate name for his Dream Entry spell should be: Nightmare Dream Entry Spell.
“Could it be that it’s due to the nightmare power? That vast, boundless wilderness might actually have some mysterious connection to the nightmare power?” Angel jotted down this hypothesis in his notebook, leaving it for future verification.
In a sense, the Nightmare Plane and the Dream Realm did indeed have some similarities. In fact, Angel had previously heard an obscure piece of information: ancient wizards referred to the Nightmare Plane as the Dream Realm. However, this Dream Realm referred to the realm of illusionary dreams; while the Dream Realm that the Dream Entry spell led to, was the realm of sleeping dreams. Although the names were the same, the understanding was quite different, and it wasn’t until a few hundred years ago that the Nightmare Plane got its true name.
Despite the apparent vast differences, in terms of certain characteristics, the Dream Realm and the Nightmare Plane did indeed have some commonalities.
The characteristic of the Nightmare Plane was: it projected reality, shone into the illusory, and generated the real.
From what Angel has discerned through his research, the Dream Realm indeed possesses a capacity akin to “projecting reality and casting it into illusion”. However, the details may not be as vivid as those in the Nightmare Plane, and it cannot “create truth from illusion”.
Yet, purely from these parallel traits, the connections between dreams and nightmares are intricate and manifold. Perhaps, the boundless wilderness may indeed be the product born from the fusion of nightmares and dreams?
“Oh, if only I could venture within and take a look,” Angel sighed inwardly. Regrettably, he had tried before, but found no pathway to entry.
The following night, Angel continued his exploration into lucid dreams.
That night, two people experienced lucid dreams, both dying in silence during the night. But within their dreams, they journeyed towards the unknown.
After three more days, Angel had amassed nineteen samples of lucid dreams. Although still not numerous, the samples varied in personality, age, gender, and background, yielding largely similar conclusions.
It can be reasonably confirmed that dying within a lucid dream may indeed allow one to continue existing within the Dream Realm. However, Angel could not determine the duration of this existence. Once their physical bodies died, the Dream Bridge would quickly sever, preventing him from further tracking their conditions within the Dream Realm.
Yet, before the rupture of the Dream Bridge, Angel could sense no anomalies in their dream states.
It could conservatively be estimated that the likelihood of their transformation into residents of the Dream Realm is rather high.
At this point, there were ten prisoners remaining in the camp. Angel instructed them to further increase their chances of experiencing lucid dreams, ideally true lucid dreams, where not only perfect consciousness is retained in the Dream Realm, but also clear logic.
However, genuine lucid dreams are hard to come by and can’t be forced. Angel merely harbored hope, without expecting them to actually achieve it.
After finishing his instructions, Angel temporarily left Sea Moon City and returned to Pat Manor.
It has been nearly a week since he learned Dream Reading, and he has been eager to communicate with Jon. Now that he has returned to the manor, he hurriedly visited the Ice Chamber.
To his surprise, he found his elder brother Leon in the Ice Chamber.
Leon was recording Jon’s body data, a task he performed weekly to track Jon’s physical changes.
According to Leon, this was not a task assigned by Eureka but a requirement from his “mentor”.
This showed that, to some extent, Eureka indeed had little interest in Jon. In contrast, “Redhead” Suis, who more closely resembled a typical wizard, found Jon’s unique case very intriguing.
After Leon finished recording Jon’s data, he turned to Angel and said, “I heard from Lady Eureka that you’ve been conducting some experiments in Sea Moon City these past few days?”
Angel nodded, refraining from revealing the intricacies of his experiment to Leon.
Leon studied Angel for a while before finally releasing a sigh, “I might not be particularly fond of the old man, but I hope you succeed.”
“Thank you.”
Patting Angel’s shoulder, Leon said, “I’m heading out now. You rarely come back, so remember to dine in the dining hall tonight.”
Once Leon had left, Angel shifted his focus to Jon. Despite their week apart, Jon seemed to be in good spirits, the corners of his mouth lifting in a smile.
Seeing that smile, the tension in Angel’s heart eased slowly.
Angel sat silently in the Ice Chamber for a while before casting the Dream Entry spell, opening the Dream Bridge, and creating tendrils of dream. Concurrently, Angel constructed a model for the Dream Reading spell.
As the Dream Reading spell took form, Angel felt as if an additional “mouth” had appeared on the dream tendrils. This “mouth” wasn’t a literal one, but a nebulous sensation, as if he could now converse aloud?
With a sense of trepidation, he walked on the Dream Bridge, unexpectedly catching sight of a fleeting image of a wilderness.
Crossing the Dream Bridge, Angel arrived at the entrance to Jon’s dream.
Upon entering Jon’s dream, Angel was greeted by a series of laughter. The male voice was as soothing as a breeze, while the female voice was as crisp as a bird’s song.
Previously, Angel had pondered what dream Jon was having that could make him smile even in his sleep.
He had speculated many scenarios, yet when he finally stepped into the dream, the sight before him left him at a loss for words.
He saw a vibrant young boy, frolicking joyfully under a tree-lined path, engaged in a game of tag with a beautiful young girl.
The boy climbed a tree, revealing his handsome face, and called to the girl in the distance, “Little Mu, come catch me.”
The girl, tilting her head back in laughter, was bathed in sunlight that haloed her face with a radiant glow, the picture of youthful vitality.
“I’m older than you, so you have to call me Big Sister Little Mu… No, Queen Little Mu, little brother Angel.”
Angel silently observed the scene. The young boy was indeed him, and the beautiful girl was Jon’s daughter, Jo Mu. Their laughter echoed under the shade of the trees, painting a sweet picture.
However, it would have been better if he himself wasn’t the protagonist in this scenario.
Internally sighing, Angel recollected the last time he had entered the dream. Jon had only made him, who looked like a little bean, develop a childhood sweetheart relationship with Jo Mu. This time, they were directly staging a chase scene.
Angel couldn’t help but wonder, next time, wouldn’t they directly transition to a harmonious stage?
At this moment, Jon strolled alongside his wife, Xia Haiwei, following in the footsteps of Angel and Jo Mu.
Xia Haiwei, stifling her laughter, remarked, “Look at those two, Angel and Mu, how well they match. Affection has to be nurtured from a young age, you know.”
Jon maintained a stern expression, clearly displeased, “Hmph, I haven’t accepted this brat. He dares to harbor improper thoughts about my daughter. When we get home, I’ll discipline him until even Old Pat won’t recognize him!”
Angel: “…” This is your dream, and these are your deliberate inner thoughts! And you dare to blame me!
Gritting his teeth, Angel felt a certain itch of annoyance.
Just then, a gentle breeze carried over the distant laughter, ringing like silver bells.
Looking over, Angel saw the young lad being caught up by the young lady. They were circling a tree in a game of chase, moving in a circular path, completely oblivious to the childishness of their actions.
Xia Haiwei and Jon chuckled heartily.
If Angel had a physical form at that moment, he’d undoubtedly be unable to resist covering his face: How embarrassing! Too embarrassing!
What’s more, their laughter persisted, the devilish cackling driving Angel somewhat mad.
Watching the unfolding scene continue to spiral towards absurdity, Angel finally couldn’t hold back any longer and shouted, “Stop! Even TV dramas wouldn’t be this cliché. This is too old-fashioned!”
With Angel’s words, the entire dream seemed to stutter, as if time itself had been paused. The only one capable of movement was Jon.
Jon’s expression suddenly turned somber. He had always been aware that he was dreaming, and that this dream was a manifestation of his inner world. However, in his narrative, this voice had no place.
This was an unexpected voice!
“Who’s talking? Who are you?” Jon’s voice was low and husky, as if he was preparing to manipulate the dream, to capture the speaker. Being the creator of this dream, he indeed had the power to do so.
Seeing Jon’s first reaction was to question rather than act rashly, Angel breathed a sigh of relief.
At least his assumptions were correct. Jon, within his dream, was completely rational, wholly inheriting his scholarly demeanor and restraint. For this very reason, he knew how to control himself.
This was entirely different from the criminals with whom Angel had previously experimented in Sea Moon City. Those individuals, humble as ants in reality, turned unrestrained and reckless once they were dreaming.
Sighing, Angel softly spoke, “Mentor, it’s me!”
Chapter 875 Research into Lucid Dreaming <TOC> Chapter 877 Jon's Inquiry