Demon Lord 3

After hearing these fantastical claims, I tried to adjust them. Seeing that they didn't have any unusual problems, I later met someone else. This person was completely different from what I'd imagined. Others had no dreams at all, and asked me to help them create them, hoping to experience the dreams I created. But this person was different. He had too many dreams, which were causing him a lot of trouble in his life, and wanted me to help him change them. I asked him if he wanted to reduce them or something else. He shook his head and said no, he wanted me to enter his dreams to see if I could help him adjust them and reduce the trouble he was causing. He remembered almost every dream very deeply, and every dream caused him great trouble in real life. This person also had a very gentle appearance and wore gold-rimmed glasses. He was constantly adjusting them, afraid they might be a little dirty or crooked, and he would often take them off to wipe them. I saw that he was very detail-oriented and had some obsessive-compulsive disorder in his dreams, which was why he was so particular about remembering every detail. I asked him a few more questions. Had he ever seen words in his dreams? He nodded and said yes. I asked him if he recognized the word. He nodded and said he knew it. I asked him if that word existed in real life. He was stunned for a moment and shook his head, saying no. It was as if another dimension had emerged in his world, especially in dreams. This world seemed to have transcended the real world and become his own unique space. Curiously, I asked him what he remembered most about this world. He thought for a while and answered. When he was young, he thought his dreams were the same as those of normal people, but when he grew up, he found that there were more and more differences, especially for this world and the control of this dream. He could hardly control it anymore. Slowly, this dream was built into a world of his own in his consciousness, and no one else could see this world, only he could see it. Especially as this world was slowly built, he seemed to have no contribution at all. It was as if he was bound in the dream, and then others created it for him. I asked him if he knew nothing about this, he nodded and said he didn't know anything at all, especially after that, he had never been to other worlds in his dreams. It was just that this small house used to be a very shabby thatched house, and finally it became a bigger and bigger castle. Each room had a different dream, perhaps reflected in different books in this room. His dreams were different, but whenever he closed his eyes, he was in this room, or in a dreamscape that had been replaced by this room. I finally understood: it was as if once he entered a dream, he couldn't go anywhere else, couldn't reach another dimension. In the past, we dreamed of a park today and an alley tomorrow. These were all random occurrences, or creations of our own dreams. But he was different. Every time he dreamed, it was the same room, perhaps destined to remain there the moment he closed his eyes. I later asked him if he was in the same realm in each of these dreams, and that in the corresponding reality, he hadn't moved. He flatly denied this, which I suspected was a bit skeptical. He felt it had nothing to do with moving, after all, he'd moved frequently over the years, but whenever he closed his eyes, he'd always end up in the same place. I asked him if he'd seen it in real life. He shook his head and said that without this little house, and even the castle that came later, he had never seen them in reality, nor was he interested in them. Hearing this, I felt that things were getting weirder and weirder. In the past, when it came to other people’s dreams, at most I would create one for them after listening to them, but this person didn’t need me to create dreams. His dreams were already so numerous that we couldn’t imagine. After all, the houses in his dreams were getting bigger and bigger. The little house before became a residence, and then a castle. Wouldn’t that mean high-rise buildings were built later? His dreams were not just about this one house, but every blade of grass and every object in the house would give him corresponding dreams when he touched different things. I asked him what he was most afraid of? He didn’t answer me directly, but asked in return: "If you are willing, please walk into my heart and see what I am afraid of?"