Human Brain Ranch

  Chapter 3 The analysis of dreams, the weird world in the depths of the soul

  One morning class has passed. Since studying the unconscious and unsequenced random dreams that entered into others last night, Zhu Zhengwei at noon turned off the computer in the dormitory and lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling unconsciously.

  ”Whose dream will go tonight tonight?”

   But he exploded with an idea:

  Entering other people’s dreams is interesting, but it’s ridiculous.

  The villa was still in the last second, and the next second was in the swimming pool, weird.

  This is an irregular brainstorm, the conscious activity of the cerebral cortex, anything can happen.

  That is a normal person’s dream.

  But what about entering your own dream?

  Maybe different.

   Maybe because of your own particularity, your dreams are different from other people’s dreams? ?

  My dream, what is it like

  Holding this idea that became more and more curious, during the lunch break, Zhu Zhengwei started to dream again.

  Zhu Zhengwei started to sleep.

  But after he found out that he fell asleep, he had no “soul unconscious surface activity” at all.

   “I don’t have a dream? I jumped off the unconscious surface of the dream?”

  He thought, looking around, he only felt that he was in an endless sea of ​​darkness and fear, like a diver, constantly snorkeling in the altitude of his brain, and constantly entering the endless dark and deep sea.

   dive,

   dive,

  Continue to dive!

   Crossed the water surface of unconscious dreams, passed through the 100-meter ocean illuminated area, and entered a deep gloom that cannot be illuminated by sunlight!

  Boom!

  Deep and gloomy, you can’t see your fingers when you reach out.

   Soon, in the darkness, he felt that he had accidentally hit a barrier, a mysterious door with flesh and blood brain texture, and cracks had appeared.

   Push away hard!

  The cracks in the door gradually increased, and finally burst.

  Boom!

  Countless brain plasma and brain neuron cells are flying behind you like shooting stars, weird nerve tentacles are spreading, and the deep-sea consciousness world that is suddenly released from the depth of genes seems to be penetrated by myself!

  Light!

  Endless white glaring light gushes from the gap in the door!

  In the ray of light, he instantly entered it, his eyes suddenly opened up, and he saw the deepest conscious dream that human beings had never involved.

  Boom!

  Time is going back.

  Reading, elementary school, almost obscure childhood, even with the constant revolving lanterns, Zhu Zhengwei found that he actually saw the picture of his birth.

  Everything returned to the source, Zhu Zhengwei saw the first fragment of his life.

  Wow wow wow.

  A baby was born in the countryside.

   “The baby is born!”

   “Is a boy!”

  ”I won’t be sick like a big baby!”

   “The eldest baby is going to be unable to raise it, and if the second baby is really sick, we will throw it away secretly. Anyway, if we hide it well, the neighbors in the village will know that I am pregnant.”

  Along with the noise, Zhu Zhengwei squatted under the weed window outside the house, eavesdropping on this scene, and saw his birth from the perspective of an onlooker.

  ”What have I seen?” Zhu Zhengwei’s eyes widened inconceivably, “My birth?”

  In the world, except for the legendary hypermemia patient, almost no one can remember the picture of himself as a baby just born.

  And yourself, can you see it in this deep dream?

   But soon, Zhu Zhengwei had a guess:

  Dream is an extension of soul activity. One’s own dream is the “deep consciousness of the soul”, which records all the memories since birth.

  I saw the deepest consciousness area rooted in the depths of the soul. It records all the information and codes in the depths of the soul. It is not so much a dream, as it is the space of the deepest root of the soul.

  ”These are my parents?”

  He looked at his biological parents he had never met before.

  I am an orphan.

  Abandoned because of genetic disease.

  Since I was young, I have not felt much about the so-called parents, but seeing them in the depths of my memory before my eyes makes me feel much.

  Although, I once imagined that my parents are rich people in Secondary Two. The 20-year period has come, and the scene of the return of the young master.

  Zhu Zheng calmly looked at the two people in the ordinary village.

  ”Ordinary birth, ordinary family.”

  ”Limited by the times and limited medical treatment, it was very common and abandoned in the age of uncivilized rural mountains.”

  Zhu Zhengwei watched his birth in his dream.

   Waited outside the door for a while, taking advantage of no one, Zhu Zhengwei sneaked into the room.

  Looking at the newly born self in the infancy, this cute baby sleeping soundly, a little strange.

   “You are so miserable, but the days to come will be better!”

   Suddenly he couldn’t help picking up the infant baby and holding it high above his head. He had an unprecedented experience that he couldn’t tell, “I used to be, I must work hard.”

  噗嗤.

  Suddenly knocked down the pen holder on the high shelf, a pencil fell, and the sharpened nib pierced the baby’s right eye corner.

  The blood spreads into a blood flower on the baby’s delicate and white skin at the corners of the eyes, rushing continuously.

  Wow!

  When I was a baby, I suddenly burst into tears.

  Zhu Zhengwei was in a daze, and he had not had time to react.

   Click!

  The lights of the farmhouse were lit up at once, and there were rapid footsteps.

  Zhu Zhengwei quickly put the baby back to its original place, turned the window and left.

   “Goddamn it! Why did the baby pierce a pencil?” Soon, a roar came from the house.

  Wow.

   Zhu Zheng opened his eyes slightly,

  He looked weird and went back to the past in his dream. He talked about the poisonous chicken soup that inspired him when he was a baby, but he stabbed people.

  Cough cough cough.

  Fortunately, it’s just a dream.

  ”Unlike other people, my dream is fixed, it can even be said that it is not a dream. It is a root memory, involving the root of the soul, and it records my past life completely!”

  噗!

Suddenly, Zhu Zhengwei felt a pain in the corner of his eyes.

  He covered the corners of his eyes in pain, “Is it impossible?”

He remembered the pencil that had just been pierced in the corner of the child’s eye, and hurried to the bathroom. He staggered his head and looked at the mirror. On his thin and determined face, he saw a mole of tears gradually emerged from the corner of his eye. There was a kind of demon. Dim and dreamy beauty.

   “The corner of my eye??”

   “Tear mole?”

  (End of this chapter)