Dreams with Different Artistic Styles, the True Projection of Consciousness

A corner of a university cafeteria brimming with nostalgic charm.

Chen Qimeng and Lin Yu sat side by side at the table.

She lowered her head, eating nervously, occasionally stealing glances at Lin Yu beside her.

Every time she looked over,

Lin Yu was leaning on the table, watching her with gentle attention.

"Xiao Yu, why aren’t you eating?" Chen Qimeng asked suspiciously.

Lin Yu smiled in response:

"It’s not as good as what you make."

The world in the dream was an intertwining of fantasy and reality.

Though both were university students,

Lin Yu’s words didn’t strike Chen Qimeng as odd—instead, they felt... sweet?

"After... class this afternoon, I’ll buy groceries and cook for you at home," Chen Qimeng replied.

But then Lin Yu suddenly took her hand, making her heartbeat race again.

"Sure. This time, will you soak your feet on the bed or the chair?"

At these words,

Chen Qimeng couldn’t bring herself to meet Lin Yu’s eyes.

Unconsciously, she rested her forehead against his shoulder:

"Xiao Yu, I’m much older than you. Don’t you...?"

Lin Yu stroked her silky hair:

"What does age matter? Do you really not like me at all?"

As he spoke,

Lin Yu cupped Chen Qimeng’s face, lifting it gently toward him.

Watching Lin Yu’s face draw closer, Chen Qimeng suddenly felt a wave of weightlessness.

...

Chen Qimeng jolted awake in bed.

"Xiao Yu! Don’t—!"

It took her a moment to realize where she was.

Rubbing her forehead, she let out a long sigh.

So it was just a dream?

No wonder Xiao Yu had appeared in her university.

How foolish.

Why would she have such a dream tonight?

Was it really because she’d been alone for too long?

She had long given up fantasies about men—wasn’t being alone just fine?

And besides,

how could it have been Xiao Yu!

It must have been because of what happened after she got home that night.

Chen Qimeng: "..."

Strangely,

after realizing it was a dream,

the frustration and embarrassment didn’t linger long.

Instead, a deep sense of loneliness and regret took their place.

If she were younger, like the other girls in the apartment, what kind of feelings would she have for Xiao Yu?

Chen Qimeng abruptly sat up: "!!!"

What on earth was she thinking just now?!

That was Xiao Yu.

They were only family.

And... they could only ever be family.

...

In the bedroom of the young artist Ye Mengfu,

the dream world was entirely different.

A drizzly city street, the temperature dropping suddenly.

Ye Mengfu had deliberately dressed lightly—a white-and-pink striped crop top and shorts that accentuated her figure and legs.

Standing in the fine rain without an umbrella,

she rubbed her arms and hands, blowing warm air into her palms to stave off the chill.

The contrast between cold and warmth made her breath visible in faint, misty puffs—so vivid and tangible.

"Xiao Fu."

The next moment,

a familiar voice called from behind.

Lin Yu, dressed in long sleeves and pants, quickly stepped in front of her.

With a scolding tone, he said:

"Why dress so lightly in this cold? What if you get sick?"

Ye Mengfu: "I’m sorr—"

Hearing his words, she instinctively started to apologize.

But then,

remembering Lin Yu had once told her they didn’t need apologies between them, she stopped herself.

Ye Mengfu lowered her head, wanting to tell Lin Yu

she’d dressed this way because... she thought he’d like it.

Yet even in the dream world, she wasn’t good at expressing herself.

Strangely,

Lin Yu was an astute partner.

"Xiao Fu, you dressed like this for me, didn’t you?"

Ye Mengfu shuddered.

Her entire body tensed in the rain.

No matter how cold the droplets were, they couldn’t extinguish the burning in her cheeks.

He... he noticed!

Lin Yu: "Thought I’d like it?"

Ye Mengfu: "..."

Immediately after,

Lin Yu’s warm jacket draped over Ye Mengfu’s shoulders,

wrapping her snugly within it.

At the same time,

his arms encircled her.

The moment she fell into his embrace,

the cold vanished instantly.

Warmth spread from her body straight to her heart.

Lin Yu: "Xiao Fu, are you an idiot?"

Ye Mengfu: "N-no, I’m not..."

Lin Yu whispered by her ear:

"The weather’s too bad for shopping now."

"Let’s find somewhere warm to chat... just the two of us. Okay?"

Ye Mengfu: "!!!"

Wasn’t this the kind of scene often seen in romance comics?

Young lovers caught in the rain.

And then...

A dimly lit room, white sheets, white blankets, white pillows...

Just a few soft strokes of the pen could capture the atmosphere of that little space.

Was this really about to happen to her?

And with Lin Yu, of all people...

Ye Mengfu peeked up at him.

Instantly, she met Lin Yu’s intense gaze.

Ye Mengfu: "Mm..."

The overcast sky,

as if responding to her answer,

parted slightly.

In a daze,

a golden beam of sunlight broke through,

illuminating the young couple.

...

5:30 a.m.

Lin Yu’s bedroom.

[Ding!]

[Masterful move—secretly rendezvousing with your soul cultivation partner in a dream, engaging in sweet spiritual cultivation!]

[Reward: 100 spirit stones.]

[Ding!]

[Masterful move—your dream encounter left the acting sect leader lost in romantic fantasies!]

[Reward: 50 spirit stones.]

Lin Yu sat up in bed, his mind unusually clear.

He couldn’t help muttering:

"That’s it?"

"Both of you were so well-behaved even in dreams?"

"At least be a little bolder, a little wilder with me!"

After just a few hours of sleep,

Lin Yu made a startling discovery.

The upgraded Dreamwalk Technique now had a "shared dream" effect.

He could actively participate in the dream worlds of Chen Qimeng and Ye Mengfu.

However, at his current level, he couldn’t control the dreamscapes.

Whatever world they conjured, he simply appeared in it.

What amazed him was this:

The versions of him in their dreams were projections of his true consciousness.

His actions were entirely his own.

This was true dreamwalking!

Or rather, walking into dual "dreams."

The sheer exhilaration of the experience filled Lin Yu with immense anticipation for the Dreamwalk Technique’s potential.

If this was just the intermediate level, what about advanced?

And beyond that—was there a max level?

If he could enter the dreams of all his sect companions, freely shaping the dreamscapes without waking them...

Wouldn’t that make him omnipotent?

He’d truly become a "god" of the dream world!

...

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