I Just Want To Be A Salted Fish Quietly

In the boundless desert, an old green leather train is moving slowly.

The whole train was terribly quiet, 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 eerily eerie.

Lin Xian on the seat slowly opened his eyes.

After looking at the environment in the carriage, he couldn't help curling his lips and said: "I know that Sister Ling is unreliable, why not give me the whole high-speed train?"

Although in the dream, you can’t experience comfort, but the high-speed train is at least quiet!

The rumble of the green train made him a headache.

Shortcut or wormhole, is just an adjective.

The preconscious space is not really a living room or a garden.

The living room mentioned by Freud in "The Interpretation of Dreams" is just an image metaphor.

It's more like a buffer zone.

The subconscious mind is performing complex and disordered calculations all the time, and the calculations will inevitably produce results 06.

However, people's mental endurance is limited, and 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 is transmitted to our conscious mind.

And more useless information is accumulated in the preconscious space.

Think about it, day after day, year after year, countless useless information has accumulated in the preconscious space.

So under normal circumstances, it is simply impossible to travel through the preconscious space in a short dream.

Its probability is even smaller than winning the first prize a hundred times in a row!

Through the car window, Lin Xian admired the boundless desert for a while, and then looked away again.

At the beginning, I thought it was very interesting, but after watching it for a long time, I felt that it was too monotonous.

This desert is the product of the realization of the preconscious space in the dream.

"Snapped!"

He snapped his fingers lightly.

With the crisp sound of snapping his fingers, a cup of steaming, fragrant coffee appeared on the table in front of him.

Picking up the coffee, Lin Xian took a small sip, and at some point there was a magazine in his other hand.

In this way, while sipping coffee, he flipped through the impurities, killing the boring time.

In fact, these are all manifestations that remain in his memory.

People have no sense of taste in dreams, but Lin Xian can taste the aroma of coffee.

This is because he has drank coffee on weekdays, so the taste of coffee is stored in his memory.

If it was something that Lin Xian had never eaten, such as bear's paw, he would not be able to taste it. Because of his memory Curry, there is no memory of the taste of bear's paw.

As the green leather train continued to drive into the depths of the desert, Lin Xian could clearly feel the slight vibration coming from the ground.

"boom!"

Accompanied by a deafening roar, a terrifying sandstorm swept across the desert ahead.

This sandstorm came without warning and was extremely swift and violent.

In less than a second, it developed to the point of covering the sky and the sun.

Through the car window, looking from a distance, I saw yellow sand all over the sky in front of me.

The sandstorm is like a towering and endless sand wall that is sweeping incomparably violently.

Seeing this scene, Lin Xian couldn't help but slightly frowned.

The preconscious space is not calm, and it is extremely normal for countless useless information to gather together and cause riots

Especially the closer to the central area, the more frequent and exaggerated the riots will be.

This green leather 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 the smuggling plan has failed and needs to be done again.

Of course, he himself will not suffer any harm, at most he will be confused for a few minutes after waking up.

The sandstorm is getting closer...

The vibration of the entire train gradually increased.

"Boom!!!"

Finally, the green leather train plunged into the sandstorm.

Lin Xian only felt the whole train shake suddenly, and then the surrounding lights dimmed, and he was completely plunged into darkness.

"Snapped!"

He snapped his fingers again, and the lights in the car suddenly turned on.

At this time, through the car window, nothing can be seen except the sand flying all over the sky.

Endless sand, constantly hitting the train in the strong wind, made a crackling sound.

Lin Xian took a sip of his coffee, frowned and said, "I also know how good the two of them are at constructing dreams, it's best not to roll over!"

Obviously, the more realistic the dream is constructed, the stronger it will be.

Regarding Qin Shi and Ling Yiyi's ability to construct dreams, Yin Xian couldn't help but put a question mark in his heart?

On the surface of the sea, there was a violent storm, and waves of monstrous waves were like giant hands, slapping fiercely towards a giant cruise ship.

The giant cruise ship looks extremely small in front of the huge waves, but it is extraordinarily strong.

After every big wave, the cruise ship will reappear on the sea intact.

Ling Yiyi is very comfortable at the moment, very comfortable.

At this moment, she is soaking in a swimming pool, and the wooden planks floating in front of her are filled with various delicacies and fruits.

Taking a sip of red wine, Ling Yiyi said with emotion: "Not to mention, Brother Lin is really good at constructing dreams." 593

When the storm just appeared, she almost thought that the boat was about to capsize.

It turned out that the yacht was much stronger than she had imagined, and it was able to withstand countless huge waves and move forward steadily.

"It always feels like something is missing!"

After Ling Yiyi muttered something, she stretched out her hand and snapped her fingers, and suddenly a huge LCD TV appeared on the wall in front of her.

"That's right!"

Looking at the picture on the TV screen, Ling Yiyi smiled with satisfaction.

Suddenly, she thought of something, she looked a little guilty, and muttered: "Little Brother Lin, you should be able to make it through, right?"

If Lin Xian could hear what she said, he would probably say at this moment: I'm a fart!

The top cover of the entire train has been completely lifted off, completely turning into an open train.

The violent wind and sand roared unscrupulously in the carriage.

The train was whining, and it seemed that it was about to fail, and it would overturn at any time.

"What the hell..."

Lin Xian sighed, a little helpless.

really.

The dream they constructed was really unreliable.

Just when he was ready to roll over and wake up, the sandstorm that was raging originally gradually stopped.

"Huh? Did you make it through?".