Coma is a form of self-protection in times of extreme fear, but few people are frightened into coma by their dreams.
About an hour later, Mengweide vaguely regained consciousness, but the weird murmurs still existed, and he had not yet gotten rid of the nightmare.
However, after experiencing an extreme collapse, his consciousness has become much clearer.
Everything he thought was terrifying was probably a nightmare, a dream similar to a ghost in bed.
He had experienced that kind of dream before, it was an intoxicating dream that screamed for help but failed to attract the attention of the outside world.
Therefore, he decided to take the initiative to escape from this nightmare. Only in this way could he escape from this weird room.
Mengweide’s preparation method was very simple. He planned to run out of the room, open the door and ask for help from his neighbors.
If several neighbors do not open the door, and no matter how loud the noise is, they cannot get the neighbors to curse, it means that he is most likely in a dream.
As long as he is sure that everything weird is just a nightmare scene, he doesn't have to be too scared.
The biggest difficulty before him now is not fear, but the wriggling, vivid red thread.
He was worried that he would not be able to escape from the room no matter what, and the red silk thread would seal the entire house tightly.
"Come on, there is nothing to be afraid of. Just run on the quilt.
You must run out. I have to go to work tomorrow. How can I have the energy to work when I keep having nightmares? . ”
The fighting spirit of the workers began to burn, but this fighting spirit could not last even for a few seconds.
Because he found that there was only one slipper left by the bed, and the other one was thrown by the door in his panic.
If this was a normal room, Mengweide could easily retrieve the slippers by jumping twice on one leg or stepping on the floor.
But at this time, the room has become a nest of strange threads, and the short distance has become difficult to cross.
Mengweide looked back at the quilt and decided to sacrifice his summer quilt and walk on the ground.
Perhaps it was a psychological effect. When he spread the quilt on the ground, he felt that the red thread under his feet was not so scary.
But when he got the slippers and opened the bedroom door, he immediately changed this comforting perception.
He found that the floor, sofa, and dining table in the living room were covered with red threads. It felt like his room had turned into a sea of blood.
He suppressed his nausea and fear, focused his attention on the door, and then started running.
Mengweide thought that with his speed, it would not take him more than a few seconds to run out of the small house.
It turned out that he was wrong. He took two steps to run and fell heavily on the sticky silk thread.
The next moment, his mind went blank, and then he howled like a frightened puppy.Crawling.
His limbs had their own thoughts, and they were squirming and weak, but he finally crawled to the door, but his crawling posture was like a long-legged spider.
It wasn't until he touched the door handle of the room door that his blank brain gradually regained consciousness.
He found that his pajamas, cheeks, and palms were all covered with blood. At this moment, he no longer wanted to stay in the horror room.
"Click."
The security door was pushed open, and Mengweide couldn't wait to walk out.
"How come the underground is empty? Help..."
Mengweide's foot when he stepped out of the house did not touch the solid corridor, but stepped on nothing , the whole person hung in the air.
The tall residential buildings are as illusory as laser projections. Only their outlines can be seen, but their substance cannot be seen.
If the red thread brought Dream Vader a mental breakdown, then the Illusory Building brought him genetic fear.
He is a person who is afraid of heights. He usually gets dizzy when he looks down at a height of more than ten meters, let alone the 19th floor now.
He tightened his grip on the threshold covered with red silk thread and tried his best to climb up.
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For him at this time, the red thread was no longer so scary. The most terrifying thing was falling from a high altitude.
Meng Weide felt that he was really a tragic person.
Didn’t you just stay up late and play with your phone for a while? Why would such a normal thing produce such a terrifying nightmare?
He wanted to crawl back to the room, but his weak arms and huge fear prevented him from pulling his body at all.
After holding on for a while, the sore and hot feeling began to attack his muscles, and the smooth and wet feel made it difficult for him to hold on.
Finally he let out a scream and fell from the sky.
As he continued to fall, he saw the state of his neighbors downstairs. Some were taking a shower in the middle of the night, some were staying up late watching TV, and some were sleeping soundly.
His screams did not affect anyone, as if he was in a different time and space from them.
It was a very strange feeling. The tall building was like a deep well. He fell down from the wellhead and saw the attachments on the well wall.
Before approaching the earth and becoming a smashed watermelon, he witnessed an unforgettable scene.
What is that? Is it a huge blood-red ghost hand, or a flesh-and-blood vine with strange red flowers.
Bang, the moment blood spattered everywhere, Mengweide suddenly sat up from the bed.
With sweat all over his body and bloodshot eyes, he quickly got out of bed and opened the curtains.
Only when he saw the familiar night sky and flashing neon lights did he feel nervousfell down on the bed.
"It turned out to be really a dream. It feels so good to be alive."
After calming down for a long time, he took out his phone and checked the time.
The number three-fifteen seriously stimulated his nerves, causing him to ignore the weird and real dream. He turned over on the bed and closed his eyes to force himself to sleep.
This time he did not enter the strange dreamland again. He did not drag his tired body to wash and dress until his cell phone rang.
Dream Vader originally thought that the weird dream was just a fantasy, and the boring reality was the real world.
But he soon realized his mistake. When the elevator reached the eighth floor, a girl held down the elevator switch and kept urging.
"Huang Hao, hurry up, the elevator is here."
"It's coming, it's coming."
A young man with short yellow hair ran into the elevator , did not forget to apologize to the passengers in the elevator after entering.
Mengweide didn’t pay attention to such small episodes in life until the girl complained that the boy stayed up late to watch dramas, didn’t get up in the morning, and was almost late today.
He suddenly remembered that when he fell from high altitude in his dream, he did see a yellow man sitting on a black double sofa watching TV.
"It's a coincidence, how could things in dreams happen in reality."
Dreamweed shook his tired head and stopped his divergent thinking in correlating dreams with reality. .
After walking out of the gate of the community, he went straight to the breakfast shop downstairs, preparing to solve the breakfast problem as soon as possible.
While he was concentrating on filling his stomach, Huang Mao and the girl he met in the elevator were starting the car.
"Huang Hao, find time to sell the sofa at home on Duoyu. The black sofa really doesn't match our decoration."
"Okay, our home The sofa is really small and ugly. I’ll ask in the community group first to see if any neighbors want it.”
Meng Weide was looking at his phone boredly while eating, when he opened the owner group. At that time, a familiar picture made him stunned.
Room 802, Unit 1, Building 2: Neighbors, my family is going to replace the sofa with a new one, and the old sofa is being disposed of at a cheap price.
"Is that dream really just a dream?"