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Chapter 1325 No. 231: Dreamless Dream
Many times, the issues that keep the parties tossing and turning are considered to be easy or even hasty to resolve in the eyes of others.

Because a bystander can see things more clearly, and also because it has nothing to do with oneself, it doesn't matter even if one is wrong.

But that's probably not wrong.

In the eyes of Manchester City Tea House, the questions that made Omer sleepless all night were not really problems. All the answers had already been clearly presented, and she even did not doubt the sister's affection for the trainer.

Or, more precisely...

preference.

For her trainers, this is an argument that can only be determined through comparison.

Omer Linton believes that Manchester City Tea House is not only a child, but also a homosexual. It does not have sufficient reference value to the people in the other world where the atmosphere is relatively not so free, but this thinking itself probably reflects a bit of narrowness.

Regarding the narrowness of source energy.

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A whale grows colorful wings and flies in the lapis lazuli sky. This is a dream scene that the black-haired horse girl is particularly fond of.

It was included in his dream collection, like a song in a jukebox, which can be reproduced as long as one is willing.

This ability is not necessary for any scholar who has studied dream-related subjects, but basically everyone will master it.

However, Manchester City Tea House is not a dream-related profession.

As a woman whose major is spiritualism, her involvement in the field of dreams is just a typical case of analogy. As a large category extending from psychiatry, dreams can easily be involved by other majors, especially spiritualism which is deeply related to soul science.

Whether studying the soul, calling upon the soul, or even commanding the soul, it is inevitable to touch the other party's dreams, or reveal one's own dreams.

Because dreams themselves are a complete reflection of the subconscious mind and are the most common place for the interaction of wills. Even for those overly incomplete or extremely xenophobic souls, the only mental images that can be touched are also based on the dream framework known to the world.

So when such situations became more common, the dream framework under psychology also became a classic elective course in spiritualism.

Even if you don't take this elective, your teacher will remind you that you must understand some basic theories.

This is to avoid failure in the process of communicating and serving spirits, and being trapped in certain situations and unable to escape.

Manchester City Tea House belongs to the latter.

I didn't take such courses, but I laid a solid foundation through online classes. I met all kinds of "friends" during the day and explored the diversity and boundaries of dreams at night.

Both are her hobbies, but compared to the more systematic learning, increasing familiarity and proficiency of the former, the latter has always been carried out in a "unproductive" way.

Rather than mastering how to crack dreams, managing splits, and competing for sovereignty, she is more interested in exploring different dream contents and boundaries.

It's like facing a game program. Instead of thinking about how to obtain permissions or how to crack the code, you play the game first.

All I can say is that the content of the dream really attracted her.

She herself is not in a hurry at all because her grades have always been at the top of the class.

It would be difficult for a girl of this age to study hard without a special sense of urgency and pursuit, not to mention that as a horse racing girl, her courses should focus more on sports majors.

After signing a trainer, this focus has only intensified, but she can still feel her control over her dreams deepening little by little.

This is an indescribable abstract feeling that involves the spirit and goes deep into dreams, as if a connection has been established with the entire world.

When you're on your own turf, it's not an illusion.

Everything really moves as she wishes, and she becomes the master who controls everything, but she uses it more to create unique scenery.

But when you step into other people's dreams, this feeling will be suppressed.

Different degrees of repression reveal different levels of character.

Among them, the trainer's dreams always gave her the most vivid and profound feelings. At first glance, the ordinary scene was just a shell. Through that shell, she could feel the dark depth that was much clearer than reality occupying everything outside, and at the end of everything, she could vaguely feel some kind of cold but pulsating vitality.

Even the faintest scent could make her tremble with excitement, as if she had seen what she was really pursuing.

The fun of playing a group game in the coc world view for the first time is magnified countless times here.

In comparison, your elder sister, who was always with me, seemed as elusive as a wisp of smoke.

Although she is not the master of dreams most of the time, dream walkers will bring in some self-expression. But in her case, the teahouse often tries its best but can only feel some vague and formless feelings like smoke and flowing water.

But even with such a sparse presence, it is still laid out here in such a relaxed and natural way, showing a sense of comfort and friendliness.

That is obviously a different direction from my own, and my love for this place is different from mine.

The teahouse understood very well.

The feeling of consciousness is hard to be fake, and such a relaxed spirit is undoubtedly real. However, unlike herself who wants to look up at the sky, Sister Ling likes the small world built by the trainer in the dark and deep universe so much, as if this itself is her extremely desired goal.

To be honest, she didn't understand.

Those small landscapes that should have been shaky in the whole world, even if they created many novel and beautiful scenery, could not compare to the charm of the sky outside for the teahouse that had already experienced many dreamy and magnificent scenery.

All I see is the barrier that blocks my observation of the darkness and depth, preventing me from feeling the warm and powerful force.

What did my sister see?
How did this small, weak and shaky landscape, propped up in the boundless darkness, like a small world of stability in the chaos, attract her to indulge in it?

I have never asked this in private and don't know the answer.

But every time she suggested or agreed to stay in the trainer's dream...

The teahouse always gives you a very intuitive feeling:
preference.

The particularly clear preference, mixed with other warm yet unfamiliar emotions, made her confused, but she did not say anything.

Since the adults haven't said anything, why should the children rush to reveal it?
Teahouse, who has been well-behaved since childhood, would not make the mistake of saying anything careless as a child. He just silently wanted to copy the trainer's dream into his own dream collection.

This is not very polite and is not in line with the usual style of Good Boy Tea House, but it is what she has always done.

But unfortunately, such attempts always failed, until one day, she received a monster card from her trainer.

【Evil God Gatanothor/Evil God Gatanjea】

Late that night, her tireless attempt was successful.

Even though it was only a moment, and even though this was not a dream she could control, she did feel the magnificence of that distant depth.

In the center of the deep and vast universe, under the night sky that is like lapis lazuli and filled with bright spots of light.

There are no giant whales with colorful wings, but there are giant rainbow snakes.

She spent every night dreaming peacefully, but she didn't know that most of the time, when she was awake and active in reality -

In that dream that was supposed to be ownerless, in that little world that was supposed to belong to her, there was a figure who was very similar to her.

He has long black hair, dark golden eyes, a slightly tall figure, and wears a long, fierce robe like the one in the G1 deciding suit, but he always wanders around aimlessly.

Wandering among the cities, villages, hills and mountains where it is always night and where it always rains her favorite drizzle.

Sometimes it moves step by step, sometimes it stops, sometimes it turns into a small black cat, and sometimes it raises its head and looks at the rainbow snake far away in the horizon. Its eyes then become focused, and there is a lot of worry in them, as if it is remembering the Ferris wheel it has been away from for a long time.

I wanted to say long time no see, but never had the chance.

Just guarding here silently, together with the ruler of darkness, always waiting for myself who is chasing the darkness.