【Hammer Base】Lucid dreaming

"Can you explain... I mean, a person you've never met, you feel that he has actually existed in your life, and even familiar with everything about him?" Loki faced his counselor, He thought he was speaking upside down, but there were no better words to describe that disordered memory, too real to be classified as hallucination or dream.

Symptoms started six months ago.At first Loki was just doing his homework, as usual, sitting at his desk that had been engraved "for mean people" by a previous admirer.For the "top student, atheist, debater", any unnatural forces should have nothing to do with him, and he was just about to take a nap, and the bruise on his chest made him completely helpless. Concentrate now.

Dr. Malad motioned him to lie on the recliner, "It's okay, there will always be some things in our minds that cannot be explained for a short time. Now I want you to close your eyes and return to the source of memory..."

Loki closed his eyes slightly on the recliner, his two eyelids hid the starlight in his green eyes, "I saw thick fog on the window, there are always foggy afternoons in London, it's not surprising at all, but I soon discovered that the source of the fog was not outside the window, but inside the window..."

The white mist gradually covered the table, and even Loki's outstretched fingers could not be seen clearly. At the same time, the scenery outside the window became clearer and clearer. It was separated into two weeks by the iron fence climbed by the Oriental briar, and there was no longer a crowd of people outside the fence. In the surging Thames Bend, the dense green arbor group rushed towards the center, but stopped abruptly before colliding, leaving a deep path.

Then the pure green was reflected in Loki's dark green pupils, and the branches and leaves swayed with fine pearls, as if the green was flowing out of his eyes.He pushed open the window, and the house had already been swallowed up by the mist, and there was nothing left, but the outside of the window seemed to be the real place, a place he had never seen but was familiar with.

Pushing aside the gnarled branches, Loki stepped on the swaying path as if guided by some kind of light. The dead branches made the crackling sound of robins pecking at the velvet under his feet. Other than that, the place was so silent that there seemed to be no room for any sound.

No, there was still a sound. Loki listened carefully to the gradually clear sound of water flow, and cautiously approached the source of the sound. It was a very shallow stream that appeared out of thin air from among the shadows of trees. Small drops of water formed like chaotic Qiong, and then merged into a stream that rushed backwards endlessly.

Loki walked along it aimlessly, then stopped suddenly.With a white tail mane and white horns, white pearls shone slightly on the white and slender body.It was beyond Loki's knowledge, but he recognized it as a unicorn, a unicorn that lived in myth and fable.This magical animal was being stroked by a man with its face down, showing a quiet and tame look.The blond man's upper body is half naked, his figure is strong and straight like a god descending from the holy mountain of Olympus, the hanging hair shone faintly like the sun, Loki noticed that his eyes were as blue as the Baltic Sea, and he was using the quilt She looked at the magical creature in front of her with fascinated eyes as if she had been kissed by wine juice.

It's like a scene from a fairy tale. Loki was stunned for a moment, as if the wind and water suddenly rolled up flat and passed away, sprinkled on the dead tree trunk, bursting out a bud, so green that it was about to melt.But he was disturbed by some kind of displeasure at random, as if unicorns shouldn't be such easily tamed creatures, so the movement of the man touching him was particularly glaring.

Loki's bad factor is at work, just like what others say about him, he is someone who never minds breaking the good.He came straight out of the shade, "I said—"

As if awakened instantly, the unicorn flapped its ears and turned around suddenly, only then did Loki see that it had a pair of emerald green eyes like glass beads.Almost immediately, the unicorn left the man's palm and galloped towards him. Loki did not expect this sudden change. When the white horn was less than a centimeter away from him, the blond man's surprised eyes accompanied him. The unicorn disappeared, or in other words, its body turned into a phantom and melted where it touched Loki, and those fine pearls lit up on Loki's body, reflecting his snow-white face, with a certain holy taste.

The blond man said something, but he couldn't hear it, and his own voice could only echo in his mouth, so he could only watch the man put his hands on his face with almost confused eyes, he should shake him off, but The temperature of his skin was so familiar, as if he had been touched a few minutes ago - but God knows he hasn't had any physical contact with anyone in three or four years.

The man was talking to him, but he couldn't hear anything, "I can't hear...I can't hear!" he repeated in a panic until his name was called,

"Loki, Loki"

Loki opened his eyes suddenly, seeing Sif's concerned face.

"Are you OK?"

"It's okay, I had a dream." Loki drew some distance uncomfortably, and smiled lazily, "Maybe it's because I stayed up late last night to write the report."

Sif is the only one of his many friends who can really be called a friend. He has no intention of pushing her away with perfect social etiquette, but he can't get any closer.

"It's just a dream..." Loki rubbed his brows tiredly, and almost stepped on the air when he got off the red tank bus, which had only been half an hour from school to home.

He looked up at the two-story red brick building, and raised the corner of his mouth sarcastically.He is "home".

The hallway was filled with the familiar sweet and greasy smell of apple pie. He subconsciously vomited, then turned into the living room and apologized to the happy family.

"I'm sorry, Father, I'm not feeling well, I'm going upstairs first." The bruise on his chest was still burning hot, and he wasn't sure he could play a good role-playing game with Mrs. Laufyson at the dinner table.

"Do you need to get some medicine for you?" The woman pretended to be concerned.

She probably wanted to get me some rat poison if she could. Loki thought sarcastically.

He was the first to leave every day, but today he met Mrs. Lawfison who was busy in the kitchen.

"Good morning Loki," she said, thumping the egg wash without looking back, "have breakfast before leaving today? Your father has been looking forward to a happy family breakfast for a long time, and I suppose you may not be as good as you show so busy..."

"What's this?" Loki interrupted, pointing to the browned and crispy pie baked on the table.

"Toastie pie, new recipe!" She smiled a triumphant smile.

Oh what a wonderful new trick to replace apple pie. Loki can barely hold back the polite smile that corners his mouth, and he really can't, "I'm assuming you're terrified again that you won't find meaning in this house other than baking sweet apple pie? "

The woman trembled almost immediately, and she brought the pear pie up to Loki's nose, the goddamn stepson was already half his head taller, "Yes, and apple pie is a thing of the past! No more, no, use bad apples Baked apple pie!"

It's like being hit by a dull hammer, yes, a woman who can only afford bad apple pie, a short-lived woman who can't keep up with good times, his mother, even he can hardly remember her appearance, how unfeeling! Loki was suddenly unable to resist the woman's pushing and shoving, he was unsteady and fell straight to the corner of the chair, the heart-piercing dull pain spread all over his body, but he was not allowed to make a fool of himself in front of this woman, and then he barely stood up , just in time to meet the father's angry eyes, the woman's sobs, and the overturned pear pie on the ground.

thump.

Loki tosses a tennis ball to the ceiling and catches it quickly.His heart is now beating irregularly like this ball, and he can't tell whether it's because of the trauma or that weird dream.

So clear that even the wet touch of moss and dead branches seems to be still underfoot.And the scorching heat from that person's palm almost made him lose consciousness.

how long ago was that

"Loki, come to Mom." A soft voice called softly, and then the warmth hit his chest.

It's so cold. Loki pressed his palm to his face, but his hands and feet were cold, only to feel colder.But he didn't move, forcing himself to fall asleep.