Usually, she would only find an excuse to scold him. If she really got a career man who was busy all day and had no time to accompany her, Manman would have kicked him to Siberia long ago. Moreover, she also knew that Manman's scolding was never serious. She just wanted to make a commotion so that she could get his cherish and at the same time find a balance for her love that was too easy to sink into.
Sigh, if I don't hear Manman chattering beside my ear in the future, it'll really be quite deserted…
Also, he hadn't seen enough of her sleeping appearance. No, it wasn't that he hadn't seen enough, it was just that he hadn't seen enough of her. The corners of her mouth, her slightly fluttering eyelashes, and her slightly fragrant breathing…
Thinking about it made her heart ache.
But at this moment, everything seemed like a dream.
Wait, why did it seem like everything was really…Dreams…or rather…the so-called " reality " was not that realistic.
It was because everything was still being weaved and continued at that time, making people unaware of the nature of dreams.
How would the person in the dream know that it was a dream when he could continue to create a dream?
At this point, Jason realized that the wars and catastrophes that he had seen in the media and read in books were all real.
In the past, they were only real as a kind of " knowledge ", but that was only the " knowledge " of the bystanders. Even if they were deeply shocked by the earthquake, tsunami, and other tragic scenes in the video, it was actually just a dream person who seemed to be concerned about something that he subconsciously thought was isolated from himself.
The onlookers would soon be captured by the things they wanted to believe or had to believe in their own reality as usual, allowing their original dreams to continue.
The power to overcome disasters and love were all true, but they were only said by those who could continue to dream to others who could also continue to dream--they were all bystanders who could continue to perform or perform pain and itch in a situation where nothing happened.
And for those who could no longer hear these words, what was the point?
What was the point of this for those who had been thrown out of the dream-making orbit, if this dream could really be interrupted or there were no bigger dreams?
The dreams of the living continued without a pause. They continued to say what they wanted to believe or had no choice but to believe, and they did what they had no choice but to do. Soon, it was as if nothing had happened.
The children of the past were gone, and new ones were created. The relatives of the past were gone, and they were remarried with new ones. Old friends are gone, new friends are made…
Everything would soon return to " normal ", and those who could continue to dream would crown it as the victory of humanity and love, as a great symbol of people overcoming disasters and healing wounds.
This was always a game of voting with one's feet. People came and went in the world, and there were always people present. They created dreams together, supported each other, and everyone would eventually leave in a place where the dream could not shine in a way unrelated to the dream.
The only thing that could last forever was this dream-making game.
In the dream, people were doing and saying things themselves so that they could believe everything in the dream.
Dreams were everything. People were just props, bubbles, used to weave and maintain this dream, whether it was himself or others.
This dream-making game was really bustling and dazzling. This dream-making game was a little sad, miserable, and deserted…or…
All of this was just…It was pointless...
At this moment, Jason truly experienced a certain reality that he had never noticed and did not want to notice. This dream that did not matter could be interrupted at any time.
In fact, he had always been in such a situation. In fact, everyone was in such a situation.
Usually, even if other people or things intentionally or unintentionally disturbed this illusion, it did not matter. As long as they were alive and there were no major changes, they could continue to weave the illusion.
In the collisions with countless events and opportunities that rolled over time, even if the illusion was broken and shattered in some collisions, people could disguise the leakage and destruction into an acceptable appearance through various explanations they created, or simply block it-if this concealment could really be done. In other cases, people would work together to create collective illusions that seemed more real, indestructible, and objective. All these illusions were irresistible to the dreamer, so much so that they would not even bother to analyze them. They would only work hard all day long to manage them. They could not help but work endlessly.
Although this illusion could be disrupted and destroyed by all kinds of accidents at any time, it could not stop people from repairing and building it with endless obsession.
Although most people might not realize the futility of this obsession, or rather, some more fundamental force in their hearts did not allow them to realize it, they had no choice but to be in this irresistible situation that they were born with. Everything that they had painstakingly built could be broken at any time and destroyed at any time.
Therefore, in the emotional world under their consciousness, they were often trapped in unsolvable anxiety, irritability, fatigue, and resentment…
However, this often stimulated them to become even crazier and more obsessed. Since they had already paid such a high price, they must get the good things that were right in front of them.
Even if he couldn't get what he wanted for the time being, time always seemed to have infinite possibilities. There was always a place for people to place their hopes on him, and the shattered hopes could be re-fabricated or directly replaced with new ones.
The dreamer sees nothing but the dream, but does not see it-and must not see it-and all that they have fabricated is always leaking, and does not even need to be leaking, because the illusion itself loses its meaning when it is realized.
The only thing left was still the fundamental situation that was ignored by the people, but they could not leave…
Disasters, wars, and deaths were always real. They were just upgraded accidents, or more accurately, impermanence. But these were what the spiders who made up dreams were most afraid of. This would break their only, necessary, and fundamental job that they relied on for survival.
Although they had long been accustomed to enduring the net that they had painstakingly weaved being damaged by various unexpected dissatisfactions-and in a sense, it was precisely because of these dissatisfactions that they were always busy repairing and weaving their own nets-they had to leave the net for him no matter what. They could not tear it all off at once.
Weaving.
To these spiders, this was something more instinctive than instinct.
Heavens, which was crueler, fulfilling a person's illusion or destroying it?
Who could guarantee that this story wouldn't be interrupted by something unexpected tomorrow?
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