Dream Life - Life in the Other World of Dreams

I woke up in a strange bed.

It was dim around, even the rain door was closed, or just the light plugged in through the window gap.

(Where am I...)

If this is Light Novels, you'd whine, "It's a ceiling I don't know," but I couldn't afford that.

Usually, I don't wake up badly, but I sleep asexually today. Because of that, I can't turn my head at all.

When I shook my head and tried to wake up, there was a big white young woman's face right next to me.

(Aww! You're the big woman, One. But she's an amazing blonde...)

I'm suprised for a moment at the giant's face, which sensibly would be twice as good as mine, but I fell in love with that beautiful face.

(Not if you're in love. What was I doing last night...... remember. No, I need to do something about this situation more than that...... I'm with a woman I don't know...... Bed in with drunken momentum? No, it's not worth it to me...)

I'm totally panicked, I can't think at all.

In the meantime, I did my hand on the duvet, trying to get out of bed.

I looked at my hand and almost raised my voice.

(Small... it's a kid's hand...)

I look up at my hands.

Small, smooth skin without waste of hair, pink, like a toddler's hand, puffy.

I looked around again.

(Not a big room. I'm getting smaller. It is the body of a child......)

Looks like the woman who slept next door woke up when I was being gossip.

"Zach, what's going on? × × ○ ○ ……

I could hear the first word, but then I barely understood what it meant.

(Close to English, but that's a lot of words I don't know. Wait, I don't know a foreign language right now, but the word I know was in Japanese on my own. What do you mean...)

I'm about to panic, and I want to ask this woman what she means, but she's speechless.

As it hardened, I was held in by those big arms.

"Scary... dreams... did you? ……

When I connected the words I understood, it sounded like I was asking if you even had a scary dream.

I can push my face against that rich chest.

When the woman smelled unique and the heartbeat transmitted, nature and panic also subsided.

(Apparently, I've become a child. Is it a real dream...... too real for that. No way, you reincarnated?

I desperately follow my memories, but I can only remember going home and reading online novels and making TRPG characters out of my dreams.

(With that said, something unnatural happened. Why did you dream about making characters? Maybe............ see......)

While I didn't think it was possible, I tried using the "reference” skills I put on when setting up characters.

Reference is the skill of having the name of what I touched and a brief description come to mind.

(Do you want to see yourself first? Ref... His name is Zacharias Lockhart. Is he three years old, a human man? That's all you can tell by reference. If this is the world of Tunnels & Dragons (T&D) you might see the status. Should I remember...)

Think of it as “status" but nothing happens. Parameters, menus, but nothing happened.

(No... wait. I thought about the reference in Japanese. Maybe it's information......)

Thinking of it as “information," Zacharias Lockhart appeared in front of him, with stats and skills lined up underneath.

Muscle Strength: 2/50

Reflex nerve: 4/90

Physical control capacity: 4/90

Endurance: 5/120 (80x1/5)

Magic: 4/100

Mental Strength: 120 (80 x 1/5)

Intelligence: 100

Production capacity: 2/50

Appearance: eighty-seven

Charm: Eight Two

HP: 48

MP: 40

Skills: None

Special Abilities: Robustness, Disease Resistance, Toxic Resistance, Mental Resistance, Vision Enhancement, Death Force Demonstration, Past Life Memory,

See, Demon Martial Arts

(I recognize the numbers after the slash. This body is definitely the character of that time. Still, maybe the numbers are small because I'm a kid...... yeah? Intelligence and appearance are at their maximum. Appearance is a number for this age, I wonder why intelligence, spiritual strength and charm are the maximum......)

When I thought about it so much, I wondered why I could think calmly.

(I'm not the one who panicked originally, but I didn't have enough guts to stay calm about the anomaly so far. Is the mental power of the status working? Still, it shouldn't be weird to be upset...)

Because I was immobile, the woman holding me was starting to fall asleep.

(Smells good, feels good, but you don't get murky. Maybe I can't help it because I'm three years old body...... corner so let's refer to this woman person)

I gently put my hand on her arm and think of it as a reference.

(His name is Tanya Lockhart. Is she twenty-three years old, a human woman? Because his last name is the same and he sleeps with him, he must be his mother. I wonder what I was calling it... something came to mind... "Mother”... my memory came back a little bit...)

The memory of a toddler named Zacharias Lockhart came back to me little by little.

Until now, I guess I = Yataro Kawasaki's memories have been driven around the corner because they will be tucked away in this little brain. I was wondering if my consciousness would have woken up with the sorting of memories.

(I wonder what we'll do now. If it's not a dream, we need to make sure it's really reincarnated or that character. If you were reincarnated... my wish would have come true)

So I had no explanation, and I questioned my reincarnation.

(... but why, I was reincarnated? I don't care if it's God, the janitor, or the crossing of the Three Ways River, but there was no explanation. Am I dead in the first place? Though I do feel my chest was painful in front of the computer. You had a myocardial infarction, a heart attack or something like that... but normally, it was someone who helped you reincarnate you under these conditions, or God failed you... no. My head is totally invaded by Lanobe. In the meantime, I don't think I have an answer right now, let the flow...)

This is how my second life began.

Mother, when Tanya woke up, I decided to wake up with her.

When I got out of bed, it was colder in the room than I thought, and I couldn't stop the tremor.

My mother sees me like that and immediately takes my clothes out and tells me something. But in the beginning it only sounded like a foreign language and I could only pick up the words.

As my mother took out her clothes, listening to the words she spoke and hung up, I understood the words little by little.

(You feel like remembering. The words I learned before my consciousness came back to mind naturally. Less vocabulary. Well, you're like this because you're three years old...)

The clothes my mother made me change were a gobbly round neck shirt with light brown hemp, and Davo Davo's waist was tied with strings. The trousers were also made of the same material, bending the long hem and forcing them to wear it. Shoes are crude on the skin, and this is not the right size, and it feels like I manage to wear them by layering them with wool socks.

"Zach, I haven't heard from you yet. Good morning."

My mother's face, smiling gently, dazzled, and I blurted, "Good morning. Mother," she murmured at her best.

You cheered on me like that, laughing and holding me.

It is lifted to about three times the height and a little frightening, but in this position it is surprisingly reassuring because it will be the same as the height of my previous gaze.

As I looked around the room, the other guy, he got out of bed.

He's a blonde bearded man, but he's still young, and he's quite a beautiful boy.

I already knew who this man was when my memory was sorted out.

(Sure, he's my father. What's your name... that? My mother used to call me Matt. Matt Lockhart, I guess)

"Are you up yet, Zach?"

"Good morning. Father."

When I say hello to my father, my mother sends me down.

And they were kissing each other whether it was a hugging morning greeting or not.

(You have something to be ashamed of being kissed in front of you with dignity. But it seems normal...)

My thoughts are very unstable due to the mixing of the two memories.

(Let's sort it out slowly from now on. I don't know anything about this world, and until then, I need to make sure they don't say "demon-possessed” or something...)

My father and mother got dressed and opened the window.

There was no glass in the window, it seemed like it was just a wooden window, and the dazzling light of the morning plunged into the room all at once.

My father and mother wore plain hemp clothes just like me, and I don't care what you think, I don't look like a cavalier class.

(You're a young couple of farmers, no matter what you think. At the very least, I think he would be a knight if he had even a splendid sword...)

Regardless of what I think, my father stretches as he looks out the window.

"It's a beautiful day, too. The cows will be in a good mood."

I was surprised by the words and watched my father's afterlife blindly.

(The cows? Aren't we a knight's house? Or do we fight on cows in this world? If we don't really gather the information properly, we're going to have a rundown...)

I was in the mood to focus on staying safe the first day.