My chip disguised as a cell

Chapter 75 Dreamland Tucao 1
I went to bed early tonight, and then dreamed, and the dream was still very clear.

At first, I dreamed of myself, sleeping on the sofa that I had at home when I was a child.

It is the kind of ear that can pull the armrest, pull it out, and then lift it, the entire three-seater and the armrest can be turned down, making the sofa a bed with a width of one meter and a length of two meters. The color is black and square That old sofa.

The armrest was very high and hard, and my head fell on it, which was very uncomfortable, and I couldn't fall asleep because of tossing and turning.

Then I didn’t know who told me to sleep on the bed. I changed into a dog lying position, put my neck on the armrest, and said impatiently, “Don’t disturb me, I’m about to fall asleep.”

In the dream, I felt that I found a comfortable position and was about to fall asleep. Suddenly, the scene changed and I was lying on the bed with a pillow on my face.

Through the thick pillow, I can see the high white sun shining on me.

I was upset and scolded: "What are you doing? The sun is so dazzling, why don't you draw the curtains, how can you sleep?"

Unhappy, he threw off the pillow and got out of bed to draw the curtains, only to find that the window he was facing was a huge glassless window with a height of three meters and a width of five or six meters, and there were no curtains.

What's even more strange is that the sun outside is blocked by the gray-white mist, and it can be seen, but the light is very dim, giving people the feeling of a gray day when it is four or five in the morning, when it is about to dawn and there is no dawn.

But what's weird is that only a dozen meters outside the window is still gray and white, and everything is pitch black a dozen meters away.

Then, in this gray-white world of tens of meters, there are already more than a dozen figures on the inner road of the community under the window.

There are those who come back and those who go out, men, women and children.

The old man said to go to the market to buy vegetables, the man shouted and wanted to drink, the woman said to rush to work, and seven or eight children of different sizes laughed and said that they should not be late for breakfast and go to school.

Anyway, the voices are noisy, and everyone is gray and white. They can distinguish old people, women, men and children, but they can't see their faces or what clothes they are wearing.

My window was only three or four meters away from them, and I murmured in my heart, "What's the matter? So many people got up so early?"

Thinking that these people will leave soon, I lay back on the bed and slept again. At this time, I didn't dream of drawing the curtains.

Then I fell asleep, and there were more and more people under the window, more and more noisy, laughing and laughing, fighting, quarreling, scolding, and the parents were short, buzzing in a mess.

I tossed and turned, but didn't get up to scold them, so I just endured it.

Then it became more and more noisy, the children actually played hopscotch, the noise was loud, and then they couldn't hear what they were saying, and finally there was a sudden buzzing, and all the voices converged into: "Come on, come down and play! "

I knew it was shouting at me. At that time, there was no fear in the dream. Instead, I was so angry that I got up directly, took out a micro-charger from under the pillow, and walked towards the window while unloading the magazine to check the bullets.

The bullet is very strange, the whole is red, fat, and has a cute feeling.

I automatically thought it was: "Flame Bomb"

Then he skillfully inserted the magazine back, loaded it, pulled the trigger and fired at the gray and white figure outside the window with the gun in his hand, and yelled, "Let you bother me to sleep!"

Da da da, the bullets were fired at once, and the gray and white figures below were all ignited, braving red flames.

Feeling the silence, I nodded in satisfaction, dropped the gun, went back to bed, and muttered: "Now I can finally sleep."

But the scene changed again, and it became the living room of my childhood home. It was dark, and I could vaguely see the outline. My mind just thought that this was the living room of my childhood home.

And I was shooting with a micro punch, and I didn't know who the enemy was, so I just fired a few clips like that.

Then the living room became bright as if the light was turned on, and I found it was empty with no furniture, but there were bloodstains all over the place, and then there was a wounded British shorthair cat in the corner, looking at me aggrievedly.

I thought the cat was so cute, so I went up to bandage it immediately. It was very obedient and let me bandage it.

I don't know where the gauze came from, anyway, I wrapped up the shorts, then hugged it back to the pillow, and slept with it.

I thought I just fell asleep like this, but the scene changed again.

At the door of my old house, I used an iron frame to support a huge water pot that was blackened outside, and I used green sugarcane as thick as a finger to cook water.

But the flame is so thin, I don't care, just squatting and guarding the fire, adding a few small green sugar cane from time to time.

The side is gray and white, and nothing can be seen, while the opposite is an alley with no end in sight.

I just squatted in front of the kettle, waiting quietly while lighting the fire.

Then, on the other side of the white mist wall, a woman suddenly came, carrying a huge black dog across her back. The black dog was still alive, with its head hanging down, and when it saw me, it smiled lazily.

Even if the lazy thief smiled, he didn't know why he felt a certain feeling when he saw the black dog's smile.

I didn't get up, and continued to burn the fire. The woman threw the huge black dog towards me, put her hands on her hips and said, "This dog is not like a dog! It's not a watchdog. It's too lazy to eat, and it's too sensitive. If you say it, it will cry immediately. No more!"

I looked at the big black dog, and the big black dog was huddled under my threshold, choking and twitching, looking pitiful.

I said blankly: "Since it's useless, let's kill and eat dog meat later, I'm boiling water."

The big black dog immediately jumped up, howled and ran down the alley, and disappeared in a flash.

Then, out of nowhere, I woke up and couldn't fall back to sleep.

Standing up and looking out, the sky was gray and it was just before dawn.

Because this dream is very clear and has no beginning or end, so I just wrote it out for everyone to see.

Written on May 2022, 5 at 10:4 am.

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