Laughing American comics, I am becoming more and more like a clown

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There is a method to lucid dreaming.

When you wake up, record the dreams you can remember. As you record longer and longer, the dreams will become clearer and clearer.

When you realize that you are dreaming, you will wake up. At this time, you can squat in the dream and touch the ground with your forehead and hands to use your sense of touch and strengthen your connection with the dream.

The connection gradually becomes stronger, and dreams cannot be easily changed after waking up. It is also an opportunity for communication between consciousness and subconsciousness.

Dreams are composed of consciousness and subconsciousness. Consciousness controls behavior, and the subconsciousness constitutes dreams. This is also the reason why long-term lucid dreams can lead to schizophrenia.

Now Lucian is developing to the first step.

Record your dreams.

But when faced with the dream he had last night, he remained silent for a long time, turning his pen around but not making a single stroke in the notebook.

It really made him feel a little ashamed.

But considering that this is the most lucid, longest and most clearly remembered dream I have had since I started planning.

Still put pen to paper.

I have to say that curiosity and erotic dreams are the most profound and lasting memories.

While Lucian was still describing in detail, the decisive battle between the rebels and the cult had already begun.

By the time he touched the ground in his dream state to enhance his perception, the Angel of Death had been killed by Tone.

While he was trying to fly into the sky and create objects in his dreams, the resistance army became the government army.

When Batman taught Damian and took the initiative to step back behind the scenes, Lucian once again stood in the situation of -22 at that time.

……

Gray and dull walls and dark rolling clouds, dilapidated balconies and cement roads.

And the eyes of the dog that looked at him through the window.

He arrived at the very beginning of the day.

……

Lucian did not rush to push the door open, but squatted down with his forehead and palms close to the ground - to stabilize his dream.

Before the realization that this was a dream fades, stand back up.

"The dog represents animality, Julie represents love, the gun represents violence, the Joker represents desire, Batman represents fear, and the family of three represents..."

In lucid dreams, the subconscious mind serves the conscious mind. It fabricates things out of thin air and generates events to achieve what it needs under the control of the consciousness.

What Lucian said is entirely achievable.

After reading a long list and putting an end to everything, he walked out, threatened Julie step by step, got the gun, and went downstairs.

Stand in the shadows, wait for the voices to approach, wait for the Joker to drag Batman into Crime Alley.

When the clown saw him, he asked, "Why don't you run away?"

……

Lucian raised his gun and the bullet hit the Joker's forehead, killing him in front of him again.

This is something that actually happens in reality.

Nothing has changed.

……

There are two most important things about lucid dreams. The first is to be able to distinguish whether it is a dream or not. This can be used for events that are impossible to accomplish in reality, such as "not being able to lick your own elbow"; the second is protection against nightmares... Because lucid dreams are real, the damage caused by nightmares will also be greater.

Chapter 162 Curtain

When Lucian opened his eyes, he saw the foggy air. He blinked slowly and found that there was a thin beam of light shining in from the gap in the window. The room was dim and dust was floating in the light.

Strange scene.

?

A dream within a dream?

He raised his arm and tried to lick his elbow, but failed, then turned his head back, making sure he could only twist it a hundred and twenty degrees.

——This is a means to determine whether this is a dream or not. In dreams, one can achieve things that cannot be achieved in reality.

Final confirmation.

This is reality.

The sound of tossing and turning was very obvious in the quiet environment. After hearing the noise, a man came in and saw Lucien with some surprise: "Honey, you're awake."

Lucien turned and said almost at the same time as her, "Jenny?"

"Yes, it's me." Jenny quickly put down what she was holding and came over to stop him from moving. "The doctor said you're severely malnourished. How can you not eat..."

"doctor?"

"Ms. Taylor, have you forgotten?"

Lucien looked at her and nodded in understanding. "Who gave me the 'worst day' this time? Oswald? Lilith? Tone? Batman? Or the Joker?"

"What are you talking about?" Jenny asked in confusion.

"Don't act stupid."

Jenny still didn't understand. After a moment of silence, she took the small bowl from the table. Inside was golden millet porridge: "Ms. Taylor said that you can only eat this recently."

Lucien looked at the spoon that was approaching him without opening his mouth.

Jenny coaxed carefully: "You haven't eaten for a long time, be good, you need to replenish your energy."

Lucien didn't say anything, nor did he open his mouth. After a moment of stalemate, Jenny put down the spoon with a helpless expression: "Why don't you eat?"

……

Lucien guessed that Jenny had faked her death that day, and also guessed that Jenny didn't have much feelings for him in essence. He didn't care much and didn't want to make a fuss about it, but the premise for living in peace and getting what they wanted was to keep a distance from her.

If she wants to deceive again, or take advantage of her emotions, then Lucy will break the window paper:

"Listen, Jenny, I don't want to revisit your exploits, nor do I want to dwell on the disgusting things you've done...the disgusting things we've done to each other, but if you want to continue playing this role, you have to accept the fact that another lead actor has left the show."

"Don't expect me to play happy games with you, and don't expect..."

"Stop." Interrupted by Jenny, she asked cautiously, "What's wrong with you?"

This sincere and conflicted look made Lucien impatient. "Enough! You've done the same thing twice, and this time it's horribly clumsy. Your acting skills simply can't fool me. Stop it! Bring the people behind you here and tell me what they need! Get lost!"

Jenny was startled and moved the bowl to the bedside table. She was at a loss and could only say: "No one is lying to you. Relax, relax, no one is lying to you."

……

I'm afraid Jenny won't easily reveal her purpose. Lucien gasped and suppressed his inexplicable irritation: "Okay, okay, I know what you want to do - you want to turn me into a clown, right? Okay, okay, I am him now, I am the clown now."

Looking up at Jenny, who still looked bewildered, he taunted, "Are you satisfied now?"

Jenny opened her mouth but said nothing. She stood up and walked to the window, pulling open the heavy curtains... It was a curtain. This heavy fabric was mainly used for space isolation and decoration, but it was used as a curtain. After it was pulled open, light came in and the room became bright.

Lucien narrowed his eyes uncomfortably.

"I'm very sorry."

Jenny said suddenly, her face facing the light, her figure like a silhouette.

But I'm not apologizing for my "worst day" or for the ridiculous words I just said.

"I shouldn't have left you for so long." Jenny felt very guilty:

"I should have found someone to take care of you. I'm sorry. I should have prepared food for you in advance."

"..." Lucian was speechless for a moment. He looked at this stubborn woman, supporting his limp body with his hands, half leaning against the headboard: "Okay, okay, so what happened? I mean, my body."

He compromised.

This made Jenny breathe a sigh of relief. She said skillfully, "You suffer from dissociative amnesia. You always forget your past."

"Hmm." This was within Lucien's expectations - attributing a strange mental illness to him was indeed a good excuse for people to question themselves.

"I know you won't believe it." Jenny gave a helpless smile, "You've never believed it before either."

"But you can keep talking."

Jenny continued, her words both perfunctory and expert, as if she were reciting a line or repeating something she had said countless times:

"You were a sniper in the Special Forces, serving in Vietnam. You later suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder and were discharged. I was your neighbor. You know, this place isn't very safe. You saved me, and so I began to understand you. As your psychological trauma gradually healed and our relationship deepened, we became husband and wife."

Not bad.

Lucian thought to himself that this origin indeed met the requirements of "good with firearms", "standing on high ground", "smoking", and "ordinary person".

"But after we got married, we were on holiday and there was a terrorist attack that exacerbated your mental illness - and then there was the amnesia."

A little reluctant, but okay.

"We went to many doctors for treatment, but it was useless. Later we found out that you had a brain tumor, but even after it was removed, there was no improvement."

"Hallucinations, depression, affective disorders, schizophrenia, anorexia nervosa... Ms. Taylor is a military doctor with many years of medical experience, especially specializing in post-traumatic stress disorder."

……

Lucian turned his eyes to the curtains. Compared to ordinary interior decoration, this drapery stood out from the whole space.

The colors are too strong, the patterns are too complicated, and the strong pure colors and complicated patterns are used to express the sense of dynamics... Baroque style. In fact, looking at this curtain for a long time gave Lucian a feeling of nausea and dizziness.

Jenny stopped talking at some point, noticing his gaze, and looked at the curtain as well: "It seems that your comrade gave it to you. It has been hanging here since before I met you... You liked it very much."

"No." Lucian pointed at it. "Red and green, blue and orange, purple and dark blue... a mix of colors, coupled with strange patterns that have no rules - this only makes people feel dizzy, uncomfortable and irritated."

Looking at Jenny, he said, "If I had the frequent psychological problems you said, then this curtain would be removed instead of hanging here."

Jenny pulled the corner of her mouth: “We both said it, but you wouldn’t let me.”

Chapter 163 Conspiracy

This is whose conspiracy.