Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

Osamu Dazai looked up at the sky, and there was a bright moon hanging high in the deep blue night sky. I don’t know if it was his illusion. In Yokohama, if you look up, the moon emits a shallow, silver-blue light , like frost in a dim light.But here, the moon is light golden. Although it is also a light color, it looks a little more warm because of the brilliance of warm tones.

When I was in Dragon Boat City, although I also saw the sky, it was different.It’s hard to describe that feeling, like taking a train, leaving your home and going to a relative, although the other party may be more comfortable and take care of you than your own home, but you know it in your heart, this is different from yourself Your home is different, your belonging is not here, and you will feel a sense of loneliness depending on others.

"You are here." A female voice came from behind, the skirt brushed against the plants on the ground, Sia came to Dazai Osamu's side, she also looked up at the sky, "Did you find anything?"

His iris-colored eyes were covered with a thin veil under the moonlight, and his tone was the same as before, "Why would Miss Siya think so? I'm an ordinary person, an ordinary person. "He said every word, wanting to emphasize his identity with the non-human lady beside him.He pouted, "I'm an authentic human being."

Xi Ya was a little surprised by his reaction. She covered her mouth and chuckled twice, and said seriously: "Sorry, I got it. I have no other meaning, just want to know if you found anything, after all, staying here anyway It's not a good thing after a long time." Xi Ya showed a worried expression on her face.

"I haven't told you guys. Whether it's Qimen Dunjia or Zhuang Zhoudie, these should not appear."

"But they appeared." Osamu Dazai said softly, what he said was the truth, which no one could refute.

Sia looked down at the ground, but Osamu Dazai turned his head without hearing her voice, and saw her holding her skirt with her hands, and then sat down on the ground.Probably the speechlessness in Dazai Osamu's eyes made her a little embarrassed, so she pursed her lips in embarrassment, and explained: "Just sit down. You can also sit down."

Naturally, Osamu Dazai couldn't give up this opportunity of empty-handed information, he sat down obediently, and put his hands on the knees he wanted to support, which was very cool.

The black-haired puppet hugged its legs, and its water-green pupils stared forward, "I have lost a lot of memories."

Osamu Dazai didn't say a word, but listened quietly, being a qualified listener, he knew that Siya didn't need any answer.Therefore, he sat on the ground with peace of mind and listened to the puppet explain everything.

"My father, my master made me, but my creator is Mr.." There was a look of thinking and recalling in the blue eyes.

"The master's appearance is already blurry. Although the doll can dream, it can only dream of the memories of the past, those special, continuous, continuous, and reminiscing. But even those special memories I can only remember a little bit That's all, Miss Jade and they said, I was lost once, and was brought back by my husband later, and because of this, I lost a lot of memory.

Curious, I asked about my past, but they avoided talking about it, and I didn't have the courage to ask my husband.I think only Miss Jade can act like a baby with her husband without any hindrance.

Sir, although he is my creator, I have always been afraid of him.

Fear, fear, respect, longing.Will it be very contradictory? "

The corners of Xi Ya's mouth curled up, but in fact, she didn't want to laugh either.Burying his head on his lap, his voice was muffled, reaching Osamu Dazai's ears through his skirt.

"Mr. is a very powerful person. He knows the long-lost Qimen Dunjia. Zhuang Zhoudie is also related to him. He is like an all-knowing and omnipotent god, as if omnipotent." Xi Ya hugged her hands tightly. Arm, wanting to draw a little warmth from it, those blue eyes, calm and full of fear, the two are intertwined, forming a contradictory and distorted but very harmonious picture.

Dazai Osamu's fingers on his legs moved slightly. To be honest, he has always been wary of Mr. Fumeng.

He was a wise man, so he found many dissonances.

Why, for example, when seeing Sakunosuke was alive, his reaction was acceptance instead of doubt.When Mr. Oda gave him the box containing the letter from Oda, he didn't doubt it.This is very unreasonable.Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the sky in the distance.What is it about that kind of trust that comes from nowhere?ever met?But in Osamu Dazai's own memory, there is indeed no such memory.Sometimes he really doubts that he is living in an absurd dream, otherwise how can he explain so many unreasonable things.

Miss Puppet continues.

"Although I don't want to say this, I think all this has something to do with Mr. Mr. He...is so strange."

"Strange?" Osamu Dazai focused his attention on Shia, trying to analyze something in his heart.

"The birth of Zhuang Zhou's butterfly has very strict requirements. Even if one is born by accident, it will not survive for too long. It will be even more strange if you meet several. Because—" Xi Ya's face changed It was quite pale, like a phantom that was about to disappear under the moonlight, obviously not human, but more human than human.

The cyan pupils are like a lake implying a deep whirlpool, which is dark and unclear at the moment, with an ominous meaning.

"Dream-turning butterflies will only appear in groups."

Osamu Dazai's pupils shrank immediately, and he fully understood her anxiety.

because--

[If dreams are as real as reality, then human beings can't tell the difference between dreams and reality.

This is a very interesting thing, human beings seem to pin their fantasies, joys, fears, sorrows, etc. on dreams.I have seen many people who are addicted to dreams and do not want to wake up.

They don't want to be awakened, even if they are dying. On the contrary, they will resent those who wake them from their dreams.I would rather die in a happy and happy sleep than die in the cold and painful reality.It seems that as long as this can offset the fear of death.

I once saw a very interesting book, and there was a hypothesis in it that aroused my interest. Have you heard of 'brain in a vat'? The 'brain in a vat' is a hypothesis put forward by philosopher Hilary Putnam in Reason, Truth, and History.

Its most basic question is whether the brain can realize that it is living in virtual reality.That's a pretty interesting thought, what the hell is real?What is false?

It has many thought archetypes, such as Descartes' 'demon', Hinduism's Maya, Plato's 'Allegory of the Cave' and Chuang Tzu's Dream of the Butterfly.

Human beings always bring me great surprises, they even doubt the reality of their own existence, they can't help but want to believe, but at the same time they can't help questioning.

Turn the subject back.

Putting all that aside and answering my question.

If everything you wanted came true in a dream, would you want to wake up from it?

If there is such a moment of hesitation, you are hesitating, and you are unwilling to wake up from the dream.So, how can a person wake up a person who does not want to wake up?

After all, everyone knows a simple truth, that is, it is never possible to wake up a person who pretends to be asleep.Fake sleep in every sense.

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There was a half-open book on the man's lap, and the wind blew gently, turning the pages.The man stroked the ink on the paper with his fingers, and his whole body was shrouded in darkness, but his golden eyes always kept the color of gold flowing after melting.

Suddenly, a golden spot of light floated up, lighting up the courtyard.That is, the golden butterfly.

The golden butterflies flapped their wings. They were rivers of light, flying and circling in the air, and like a blizzard, they swept across the entire courtyard and sky, and finally converged into an ocean in the deep night sky.

Under the golden light, there is a peach-colored tree with flowers in full bloom. It is almost illusory in beauty, but it makes people unable to move their eyes away.

Such a vision naturally attracted the attention of Kunikida Doppo and the others.The three people who were staying in the house ran out of the house, and at a glance they saw Xi Ya and Osamu Dazai standing on the flat grass watching the feast of light together.

Atsushi Nakajima ran behind them before he heard Xi Ya's voice.

"I should have thought of it a long time ago." Under the light, her face was quite ugly. This is a description, but anyone can feel the fear in her body.

Do dolls similar to humans also have hearts and emotions?The inexplicable Atsushi Nakajima thought so.

The black-haired and blue-eyed puppet covered her face with her hands, bowed her body, and her mood was extremely unstable. After a while, she raised her head, and her blue eyes enlarged and shrunk, like a camera out of control, "I know, artists, writers are How do you create a work that is praised by people?"

No one answered, and she didn't care, she just kept talking.

"They need inspiration, and for that flash of inspiration, they will use all means, just for that glimmer of inspiration. They also need material, and how do they get the material?"

Kunikida Doppo realized that what he said next was absolutely unacceptable.

"If not, then create it yourself." The tone was soft, but extremely strange.

"?!"

Everyone's eyes widened instantly, almost in disbelief.Seeing the butterflies flying like an avalanche in front of him, a nameless fear welled up in his heart.

The man propped his head on his hands, looking careless.

The flames of the candlesticks were dim yellow, casting shadows behind them, occasionally making a crackling sound and splashing out a few sparks.

The pen in his hand fell gently on the paper, leaving behind a series of fluent words.

【…

Freud believes that the essence of dreams is the tortuous expression of subconscious desires, and it is the disguised and symbolic fulfillment of repressed subconscious desires.

But I can't be regarded as a normal observation object, so I decided to obtain information from others. Normal observation objects are everywhere.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s a dream or a subconscious mind, Utopia, Peach Blossom Spring, whatever you use, what I want to know, and what I see is only one thing, and that is——

What is the end of human desire? 】

【See せてください.

Let me see. 】

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The author has something to say:

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Today is the villain's explosive Mr.

In fact, sir, there is no malice, really.

He just wanted to collect material.

It's just because the Three Views are different from ordinary people, and it became what it is now after taking over.

If you are interested in Brain in a Vat, you can search it. It is quite interesting. There are many movies and the like that are influenced by it.

Some people may say that the Japanese is not correct, so let me explode it myself!Because your author can't speak Japanese at all!All foreign languages ​​rely on Baidu translation.Cover your face.

感谢在2020-04-3022:36:04~2020-05-0218:08:38期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of water;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!