Chapter 264 Where Will the Dream Go (Part 1)

As we all know, many American comics editors have the same idea. When they don't know how to express an abstract concept, they will concretize it into a character image, let them appear in the comics in human form, and give it human personality.

On the contrary, if they don't know how to make an ordinary person motivated to participate in something, they will add divinity to his personality, which is the so-called "savior's consciousness".

"Human God" and "Divine Man" are two eternal themes in American comics, and "Sleeping Man" Morpheus happens to be a member of the former.

To talk about his origin, we must start with the Endless Family.

The Endless Family is a character created by giving the imaginary concept a human form and adding human personality characteristics.

There are seven members in this family, representing dreams, death, destiny, despair, desire, madness, and destruction.

These concepts are invisible and intangible in real life, but they have a fixed image in comics, and even have their own responsibilities and personalities.

The Sandman, or the God of Dreams, is the Morpheus who now appears in front of Schiller.

It is also well known that any conceptual existence is generally very strong. Unlike those superheroes who need positive results to assess their strength, these conceptual characters are strong enough in their attributes.

The Sandman Morpheus controls all dreams. When the first creature in the universe entered a dream, Morpheus was born. He can create a thousand cats' dreams to make dreams replace reality, or make people's lives become the same as their own dreams.

Unlike Marvel, which always emphasizes the strength of conceptual existence or the difference in the field of responsibility, DC comics prefer to emphasize their unique personality. For example, the Sandman Morpheus is actually the most dedicated of the seven members of the Endless Family except for fate.

It was mentioned in the comics that he was the most cautious in fulfilling his duties. Although he had great power, he never let this power cause trouble. At the same time, he was more withdrawn, had few friends, and always liked to fall into some philosophical thinking.

Because the field he is in charge of has little to do with the fields of other Endless family members, he has always been very mysterious. He has had countless external images, but he always only shows one or two of them. In most cases, he is a pale and thin man with dark blue hair and a cloak made of night.

The man who appeared in front of Schiller is also the same. Of course, it is more likely that everyone sees Morpheus differently. Everyone who sees him thinks he is what he is, and Schiller still remembers the image of Morpheus in the comics, so he also presents this appearance.

The original work also mentioned that the first generation of Morpheus was moody, but obviously, now he has exceeded the range of moodiness and seems a little exasperated.

He stared at Schiller with his twinkling eyes, and then said to him in a hoarse voice: "Why did you connect your dream to my dreamland, and then put in a..."

His expression at this moment is hard to describe, which is actually very rare, because even if this concept exists, even if there is a human personality, it will not really express emotions as obviously as ordinary humans, not to mention that Morpheus has always been relatively autistic, but now you can see disgust, disgust, confusion, confusion after being woken up, and anger at his home being messed up on his face.

Speaking of the dreamland, this is not difficult to understand. Everyone in the Endless Family has a unique domain of their own. In this domain, they are almost omniscient and omnipotent, and the domain of the God of Sleep is called the Dreamland, which is a name that sounds a bit dreamy, but at this moment, whether the situation of the Dreamland that has been splashed with shit can still conform to this dreamy style is hard to say.

"Before you ask me this question, I have a lot of questions to ask you." Schiller looked at Morpheus and said, "I think you should be ready to answer these questions for me, right?"

"Don't tell me that you know nothing about my situation."

"Let that lunatic leave my house first." Morpheus emphasized again: "Do you know what he did in the dreamland? ?"

"I can imagine that I feel very sorry and sympathize with him."

Morpheus looked at Schiller, and Schiller also looked at Morpheus. Neither of them was willing to give in, but fortunately, they were now in the dream, and the dream was the most abundant thing.

Maybe the clown really did something that angered the heavens and the people, or maybe Morpheus himself was also interested in Schiller. In the end, he gave in first and said, "What do you want to ask?"

"I must tell you first that many things I know cannot be described to you humans. The world in our eyes is different."

"Of course, of course, I know very well..." Schiller stretched out his hand and made a comforting gesture, and then let Morpheus sit on the sofa opposite him.

The globe on the table behind him kept spinning, but this time, he didn't have a globe on his head, but a normal human figure, just like in real life.

"Before I ask the question, I think you must have some doubts, such as why I want to find you and how I found you."

Schiller seemed very relaxed, as if he was not facing a powerful enemy, but an old friend. He explained to Morpheus: "You can control all dreams, which means you can read Taking all my memories, including the surface consciousness space and the deep consciousness space, I don’t think I need to introduce too much about my origin.”

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"Actually, I had doubts as early as the first time I had some changes in my sleep, because I knew that this world was completely different from the world I originally lived in. All the concepts here were created by you, some concepts, or Talk about what the gods control,"

"This sounds incredible, but it actually makes it easier for me to reason, because if there is a problem in a certain area, the person responsible for it will definitely be found."<.

"For example, if something always happens to me while I'm sleeping, who else can I look for but the Sandman?"

"Of course, I know that these areas you control are very critical to this universe, so you are very busy and have no time to explain certain details to me. This is understandable, but it doesn't matter. Since you don't come to me to talk, then I You can also go to your door and ring the doorbell..."

Morpheus's face was very ugly. Although he had always been pale, anyone could see now that his expression was very unnatural. He said, "That's how you knock on the door? Put someone who is not under the control of dreams, or Said that even the dream cannot understand his madness, put it in my home?"

Morpheus's voice had some wonderful rhythms, a bit like a singer singing an aria. He said: "You have no idea how dangerous you have done. He almost made a big hole in the dreamland." , Fortunately, I woke up in time to stop him. Once he succeeded, the creatures in the dreamland ran out..."

Morpheus shook his head and said: "My work of thousands of years will be in vain, and it will probably take another tens of thousands of years to make up for this accident."

"This is just an attempt on my part." Schiller did not shirk responsibility, but continued: "You have to know that I am just an ordinary human being. I don't know how many ringing doorbells it takes to give conceptual beings like you to Wake up..."

"So you just played the loudest one??"

"Yes, when something happens frequently in my sleep, I know who I am looking for, and the next step is how to find you."

"I think that since you are the God of Dreams, you must control the dreams of everyone in the world, including mine. The only question is, how do you control the dreams of these people?"

"I know very well that there is absolutely no shadow of you in my surface consciousness space. I have a strong ability to control my surface consciousness space, including building more than 330 floors of thinking palaces here, and evolving countless personalities and actions. Residents have built many areas with special rules. I have meticulous control over this place. I am very sure that no outsiders live here. "

"So, I guess, you must be in a deeper space of consciousness."

"However, in order to build a palace of thought, I laid a very solid foundation for my superficial consciousness. This led to a very embarrassing situation. I couldn't pry open this foundation by myself. It was like asking a person to It’s just as difficult to go up to the sky with your left foot and your right foot in the real world.”

"So, when I discovered a wonderful drug that could have an effect on human dreams, I had this idea. I asked a friend of mine to mix certain liquids together to create a drug that could The wine that connects human dreams..."

"Then I invited my friends into this consciousness space, and with the help of another psychologist, I dug through the foundation of the surface consciousness, allowing Jack to jump into my deep consciousness, and then dig all the way down..."

"Actually, before you showed up, I wasn't sure whether Digging would be your dream country, but now it seems that my guess was correct..."

"Reality and dreams are two sides of the same coin. If the top of my mind is 'reality', then the bottom of my deep consciousness should be your dream kingdom."

"And the reason why I want to wake you up with a doorbell is because I hope you can answer me..."

Schiller looked at Morpheus and said, "What happened to that thing that keeps happening in my sleep?"

"Are you going to keep that annoying doorbell ringing if I don't answer?"

"Don't say that." Schiller waved his hand and said, "Just like you can't control him, I can't control him either. Although I made a trivial transaction with him, I can't control where he wants to go. Unable to control."

"Then let me ask another question..." Morpheus's tone has always been a little cold, or the kind of resistance to communication unique to autistic and withdrawn people.

"If I answer your question, you have a way to get him away, right?"

"Exactly."