I just want to be a quiet and powerful person

In the endless desert, an old green train was driving slowly.

The whole train was eerily silent, except for the rhythmic roar of the train rubbing against the rails. There was no other sound.

The huge carriage was empty and the silence was eerie.

Lin Xian, who was sitting in his seat, slowly opened his eyes.

After taking a look at the environment in the car, he couldn't help but curl his lips and said:"I know Sister Ling is unreliable, why don't you give me the entire high-speed rail car?"

Although I couldn't feel the comfort in the dream, at least the high-speed rail car Be quiet!

The roar of the green-skinned train gave 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 a metaphor.

It's more like a buffer zone.

The subconscious mind is performing complex and disorderly operations all the time, and the operations must produce results.

However, people's mental endurance is limited, and it is impossible to accept 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 accumulates in the preconscious space.

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

The probability is smaller than if you win the first prize a hundred times in a row!

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

At first I thought it was interesting, but after watching it for a long time, it felt too monotonous.

This desert is the product of the preconscious space materialized in dreams.

"Snapped!"

He lightly snapped his fingers.

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 sipped it in small sips. He didn't know what to do with his other hand. When did he get a magazine?

He just sipped coffee and opened the impurities to kill the boring time.

In fact, these are the concrete objects preserved in his memory.

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

This was because he had drank coffee every day, so the taste of coffee was stored in his memory.

If it was something Lin Xian had never eaten before, such as bear paws, then He couldn't taste the taste. Because there was no memory of the taste of bear paws in his memory bank.

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!"

With a deafening roar, I saw a terrifying sandstorm sweeping across the desert ahead.

This sandstorm came without warning and was extremely violent.

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

Looking through the car window from a distance, all he could see was a sky filled with yellow sand in front of him. The sandstorm was like a towering, boundless wall of sand, sweeping in with great violence.

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

The preconscious space is not calm. Countless useless information gathers together. It is extremely normal for riots to occur.

Especially the closer to the center, the more frequent and exaggerated the riots are.

This green leather train, In fact, it was his dream.

To be honest, Lin Xian was not sure whether his dream could withstand the impact of this useless information.

If it could not withstand the impact, then the smuggling plan had failed and he would need to try it again.

Of course, he himself He won't suffer any harm. At most, he will be confused for a few minutes after waking up.

The sandstorm is getting closer...

The shaking of the entire train is gradually getting bigger.

"Boom!!!"

Finally, the green-skinned train plunged into the sandstorm.

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

"Snapped!"

I snapped my fingers again, and the lights in the carriage suddenly turned on.

At this time, through the window, nothing could be seen except sand flying in the sky.

The endless sand kept hitting the train in the strong wind. , making a crackling sound.

Lin Xian took a sip of coffee and frowned:"I also know how good they are at constructing dreams. It's best not to overturn!""

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

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

……

……

On the sea, there was a violent storm, and waves of huge waves were like giant hands, slamming towards a giant cruise ship.

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

After each huge wave, the cruise ship will reappear on the sea intact.

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

At this moment, she was soaking in a swimming pool, and the floating wooden boards in front of her were filled with all kinds of delicious food and fruits.

After taking a sip of red wine, Ling Yiyi sighed:"Not to mention, Brother Lin is really good at constructing dreams."

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

It turned out that the yacht was much sturdier than she had imagined, and it managed to move forward steadily despite countless huge waves.

"I always feel like something is missing!"

After Ling Yiyi murmured, she reached out and snapped her fingers. A huge LCD TV suddenly appeared on the wall in front of her.

"This is right!"

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

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

……

If Lin Xian could hear her words, he would probably say at this moment: I'm so scared!

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

The violent wind and sand roared through the carriage unbridled.

The train was wailing, and it was about to collapse at any time.

"This TM……"

Lin Xian sighed, feeling a little helpless. really.

The dreams they organized were indeed unreliable.

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

"Huh? Made it through?"