Chapter 351:
This time, the two finally stayed in sync and entered the dreamland almost at the same second.
Chapter 65 The Analysis of Dreams!
In the endless desert, an old green-skinned train drove slowly.
The whole train was quiet and terrible, except for the rhythmic roar when the train rubbed against the rails, there was no other sound.
The huge carriage was empty, and the silence was a little weird.
Lin Xian in the seat slowly opened his eyes.
After looking at the environment in the carriage, he couldn't help but curl his lips and said: "I know that Sister Ling is not reliable. Isn't it good to give me the entire high-speed train?"
Although I don’t feel comfortable in my dreams, the high-speed trains are at least quiet!
The green-skinned train was rumbling, making him a headache. Shortcut or wormhole is just an adjective.
The subconscious space is not really a living room or garden.
The living room mentioned by Freud in the "Analysis of Dreams" is only an image metaphor.
It is more like a buffer zone.
The subconscious mind is performing complex and disorderly operations all the time, and operations will inevitably produce results.
But people’s mental endurance is limited, it is impossible to receive so much information every day, and many calculation results are useless to us normal people.
Only a very small amount of valid information will be transmitted to our conscious consciousness.
And more useless information is accumulated in the subconscious space.
Think about it, day after day, year after year, countless useless information accumulates in the subconscious space.
Therefore, under normal circumstances, it is impossible to travel through the subconscious space in a short dream.
The probability is lower than if you won the first prize one hundred times in a row!
(Brothers of good book friends, this is the point! Mark it up and take the test!)
Through the car window, Lin Xian looked back at the endless desert after admiring the boundless desert for a while.
At first, it still feels very flavorful, but after watching it for a long time, it will feel too monotonous.
This desert is the product of the realization of subconscious space in dreams.
"Pop!"
He snapped his fingers lightly.
With the sound of snapping fingers falling, a cup of steaming, fragrant coffee appeared on the table in front of him.
Picking up the coffee, Lin Xian took a sip, not knowing when there was a magazine in his other hand.
He just tasted the coffee while turning over the impurities, killing the boring time.
As a matter of fact, these are all real things left in his memory.
People have no taste in dreams, but Lin Xian can taste the aroma of coffee.
This is because he has drunk coffee on weekdays, so the taste of coffee is stored in his memory.
If it was something that Lin Xian had never eaten before, such as a bear paw, it wouldn't be able to taste it. Because there is no memory of the taste of bear paw in his memory bank.
As the green train drove into the depths of the desert, Lin Xian could clearly feel a slight vibration from the ground.
"Boom!"
With an ear-splitting roar, I saw a terrifying sandstorm swept in the desert ahead.
There was no warning for this sandstorm, and it was extremely fast.
In less than a second, it has developed to the extent of obscuring the sky.
Looking from a distance through the car window, I saw yellow sand in the sky ahead.
The sandstorm seemed to be soaring into the clouds, and endless sand walls were sweeping in incomparably violent.
Seeing this scene, Lin Xian couldn't help frowning slightly.
The subconscious space is not calm, and countless useless information is gathered together, and it is extremely normal for riots to occur.
Especially the closer to the center, the more frequent and exaggerated such riots.
This green train is actually his dream.
To be honest, Lin Xian was not sure whether his dreams could withstand the impact of these useless information.
If it can't be resisted, then this smuggling plan has failed, and it needs to be done again.
Of course, he himself would not suffer any harm, at most, he would be confused for a few minutes after waking up.
The sandstorm is getting closer...
The shaking of the whole train gradually increased.
"Boom!!!"
Finally, the green-skinned train plunged into the sandstorm.
Lin Xian only felt the whole train shook suddenly, and then the light around him dimmed, and he plunged into darkness completely.
"Pop!"
He snapped his fingers again, and the lights in the car suddenly turned on.
At this time, through the car window, there was nothing to see except the sand flying in the sky.
Endless sand constantly hits the train in the high wind, making a crackling sound.
Lin Xian took a sip of coffee and frowned, "I also know how well the two of them are capable of constructing dreams. It's best not to roll over!"
Obviously, the more real the dream structure is, the stronger it is.
Lin Xian couldn't help but raise a question mark in Qin Shi and Ling Yiyi's ability to construct dreams?
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On the sea, violent storms and rain, waves of monstrous sky like giant hands, fiercely slapped towards a giant cruise ship.
