Qingmu tried several times, and each time he was reflected in the mirror. However, he couldn't form an image on the mirror, so the reflection became very strange, as if his body had encountered some kind of spatial warp.
Perhaps there are two spaces here, for example, two pyramids overlapping each other, and the mirror is the passage between the two pyramids. It looks like the Qingmu was bounced back by the mirror, but in fact it entered another identical pyramid.
This explanation makes much more sense, but what about Su Huilan? Where did she go?
Since even the mirror couldn't get in, it was impossible for Qingmu to find Su Huilan.
However, he had his own method. He and Su Huilan lay in separate Space Box Space Box, less than three meters apart. If Su Huilan was dreaming at this moment, he believed he could sense Su Huilan consciousness fluctuations within such a short distance, unless Su Huilan's Mental Power was stronger than his and she deliberately concealed it.
Sure enough, when he concentrated, he sensed very faint spatial fluctuations. The traces of these fluctuations seemed to be obscured by something, and they were intermittent. Qingmu guessed that the Space Box probably had a shielding and interference effect on people's brainwaves.
He seized the opportunity, his consciousness passing through the barrier and entering that space.
Before me lay a tranquil and beautiful lake with a small island in its center. In the distance, rolling hills stretched out, and the lakeshore was shaded by green willows, where orioles and butterflies fluttered about. Through the trees, I could see rows of houses, somewhat resembling school buildings, but arranged in a pleasing, staggered pattern. Their architectural style was also quite classical, making it look like a school.
On a clean patch of grass by the lake, Su Huilan stood with one foot on a yoga mat, the other leg bent behind her back, arching up her spine with her toes pointed and suspended above her head. Her body leaned forward, her slender waist forming a perfect arc, connecting her rounded hips and legs. Her white, form-fitting yoga dress perfectly accentuated her figure. A classic silver hairpin adorned her elegantly styled black hair. Facing the lake, her hands clasped in prayer position, her eyes slightly closed, she exuded a serene and tranquil air, as if she had become one with the surrounding scenery, a pure white flower blooming amidst the green grass by the lake.
Qingmu didn't disturb her and sat down on a rock by the lake.
Su Huilan's dream world is vast, detailed, and realistic, demonstrating the strength and subtlety of her Mental Power.
Qingmu stared blankly at the sky reflected in the lake, then suddenly remembered what had just happened—it was truly bizarre. Thinking of a mirror, he leaned out to look at the water's surface and saw his own reflection, perfectly clear.
Su Huilan opened her eyes, slowly lowered her hands and feet, sat cross-legged, and smiled, "I didn't expect you to arrive so quickly."
Qingmu said, "You're practicing yoga in your dreams? Does consciousness need shaping too?"
Su Huilan said, "You underestimate yoga. Yoga is not just for shaping the body; its fundamental function is to develop the body's potential, allowing consciousness and body to achieve perfect unity, thereby enhancing one's spiritual energy. When I practice yoga in my dreams, my sleeping body is also practicing. When I practice in reality, my dormant consciousness is also practicing."
Qingmu seemed to understand something, but after thinking about it, he gave up the idea of practicing yoga. Just Su Huilan's movement just now was troublesome enough for him. Fortunately, his Mental Power had always been sufficient, and he didn't need to improve it for the time being. Even if he did, there were always other ways.
Seeing that Qingmu wasn't interested in yoga, Su Huilan said, "I've already tried it. Dreaming here is no different from dreaming normally, except that you have to follow the underlying rules set by this game, which is like Space Box that limits the human brain's imagination."
Qingmu said, "How can a machine limit human imagination?"
Su Huilan said, "The material for dream space is memory, and memories need to be combined to create strange and wonderful things. For example, flying. People have very little actual flying experience; most of it is imagined. Even those who have skydived only have the feeling and memory of skydiving, but freefall is not the same as flying; it's at most one type of flying experience. Therefore, people's flying experiences in dreams are all different. Some people jump, some glide, some float, some experience weightlessness, and some feel that they are stationary while the scenery moves. But when a machine stores a fixed flying experience into a game, the flying in the Dream Guide game is only that one type; everyone experiences it the same way. That's the limitation."
Qingmu said, "But people with strong Mental Power can break through this limitation, like you right now, you can fly however you want!"
Su Huilan said, "Of course. So at the beginning of the game, someone is needed to guide you and maintain order. Using strong Mental Power to break the game rules is like cheating; if the system catches you, they can ban or even delete your account."
What happens if I delete my account?
"I don't know either. I heard..." Su Huilan hesitated, "You should ask Professor Mei."
Qingmu said, "Oh well, they won't delete my account."
Su Huilan laughed and said, "Because you are a god?"
Qingmu said, "No, because I can't get in at all."
"What?" Su Huilan exclaimed in surprise, "What? You can't get in?"
"The mirror. The mirror you came in through, I can't get in through."
"I know you're a dreamless person, but I didn't expect you couldn't get in at all. This mirror isn't a real mirror; it's just guiding people's consciousness. Your consciousness can clearly reach here, so why can't you create the space yourself? You're not an independent consciousness completely without memories!"
Have you ever met someone like me who doesn't dream?
Su Huilan thought for a moment and said, "I wouldn't say there aren't any, but it's different from yours."
Qingmu looked at Su Huilan with some anticipation. "Can you tell me about it?"
Su Huilan said, "The essence of dreaming is the subconscious's deep organization of memories, just like tidying up a room. We move things out of the room and into another empty room, and then put them back one by one. Some things that are no longer needed are thrown away, and some things that are not frequently used are placed in the corner or at the back of the cabinet. Dreaming is such a process. The empty room is our dream, and the things that are moved out are definitely piled up in a mess, with things that shouldn't be put together also put together."
"There are a few types of people who don't dream. One type is those whose rooms are always neat and clean, requiring no tidying at all. These people are usually memory geniuses, able to remember everything they see, because their brains are like Tushu, clearly categorized, able to find any information they need immediately, and they always have an inexhaustible supply of bookshelves to store new books."
"The second type of person isn't someone whose room doesn't need tidying, but rather someone whose room is essentially empty. Theoretically, this type of person doesn't exist; perhaps newborns and the dying are more similar. However, in the history of modern psychiatry, there have been special cases of memory loss where the brain refuses to store memories. A very small number of Alzheimer's patients also exhibit this condition in the later stages of the disease."
"The third scenario is that his room is so large that there's no need to tidy it up. It's like our universe; no matter where you throw stars, it won't feel crowded. And the universe is constantly expanding, so no matter how many galaxies you throw in, it will still be vast. You can understand this kind of person as having an extremely vast spiritual world, so vast that it's one with the universe. This is the state of 'the perfect man has no dreams' that Zhuangzi spoke of."
"I've met all three types of people. But you..." Su Huilan glanced at Qingmu, "... don't belong to any of them."