Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?! Chapter 593 - 559: What Was Seen in the Dream, and What Has

With these words, Nan Zhubin paused in sketching out the details of the dream.

Then, the speed of the pen’s contact with the paper suddenly accelerated.

"Under that puddle, it was no longer a hospital. It was like a place that seed like an upside-down sky, and I just fell through."

"But it didn’t look like the sky we usually see. There were many brilliant colors intertwined there, like various kinds of auroras woven together. So of the colors were large, spreading like ink, so projected like beams of light, and others burst forth like fireworks."

"...In short, it was very beautiful."

Alright, the horror story has ended, is it turning into a fairy tale now?

Visibly, the visitor’s state beca more relaxed too, loosening the grip on the sofa, and their voice beca clear again.

"Then, at this mont, a train flew across the sky... yes, a train."

"It passed through the clouds beneath , right below . Although I was always falling, it felt like that train could just catch ."

The dream beca increasingly abstract, and the chanism of imagination started to unfold.

"But, for so reason, I felt like I floated up, or floated up, anyway... the speed of my descent changed."

"At first, even though the light around was beautiful, I still worried I would continue falling, I wanted to float up, but I couldn’t."

"But now, I wanted to fall onto that train, but at this mont, I floated up again."

"I wanted to make myself fall faster, but... instead, the distance between and that train started to grow. Until finally... it drove away, and vanished."

"After that, I couldn’t float anymore, and continued to fall..."

The visitor’s voice grew quieter and quieter.

By the end, it was almost inaudible, like a mosquito’s buzz.

Until it beca completely quiet.

Nan Zhubin waited for about two breaths’ ti and confird: "’Has the ’movie’ finished playing?"

The visitor’s voice beca murky again: "Yes, it’s finished."

Nan Zhubin kept his voice soft: "How do you feel right now?"

The visitor pursed her lips, was silent for a while, and said: "I feel a bit like crying, but I don’t want to cry."

The words were sowhat contradictory, but Nan Zhubin could understand it well.

"You an, you have that ’about to cry’ feeling, but you don’t allow yourself to ’really cry,’ right?"

"...Yes..."

This affirmative answer was almost squeezed out from the visitor’s throat, with a gentleness that didn’t correspond to her age.

Just like a sad little girl being comforted.

...

As a consultant, Nan Zhubin empathized with so emotions, but soon he repressed the fluctuations within himself.

He glanced at his notes board, started sorting according to the dream details recorded earlier.

He needed to enrich this dream’s details, in the process verifying so of his guesses about the visitor.

"Hmm..."

The visitor continued to utter intermittent sobs in her throat.

Clearly, she was in a negative state emotionally, but her body below the neck was relaxed, no longer exhibiting unconscious hand movents like before.

Nan Zhubin quietly waited a few breaths’ ti, allowing the visitor to imrse a little in this emotion.

After confirming that the visitor wouldn’t sink into this state, and showing signs of emotional recovery over ti.

Nan Zhubin finally spoke: "Do you still see that ’movie’ player in front of you now?"

The visitor let out a gurgle from her throat: "Yes, it’s there."

Nan Zhubin nodded: "Alright, let’s try to pull it back, back to the beginning, okay?"

The visitor’s closed eyes trembled violently a couple of tis, as if attempting this.

After a mont, she replied: "Okay... I pulled it back."

Nan Zhubin said: "Let’s press the play button, and replay the scenes at the beginning in the hallway."

"You ntioned the hallway is the ER hallway, there must be so windows in the rooms on both sides, there must be mirrors, or at least there’s glass."

Nan Zhubin looked at the visitor: "While searching for dical records, could you see your reflection clearly in the glass?"

After hearing the consultant’s question, the visitor’s eyelids began to tremble violently.

She seed to be observing the "movie" scenes as she passed by the glass very carefully.

After a long while, she said: "I can’t see clearly..."

"The reflection off the glass... is very faint; plus the hallway lights... are very dim; I didn’t linger in front of the glass too long, each ti I could only see a dark blur..."

Nan Zhubin’s voice softened ever more: "It’s okay, even if you can’t see clearly, it’s okay."

He said: "Next, let’s pull the ’movie’ back again, let’s try to observe sothing else."

The visitor did as suggested.

"Alright, I need you to focus on—" Nan Zhubin squinted slightly, displaying a serious expression.

But his voice remained gentle, like an invisible hand, reaching into the visitor’s thoughts, guiding the little figure in the visitor’s mind forward.

"You previously said that you could only see the picture, unable to move your own body." Nan Zhubin reiterated slightly.

"This ti, I hope you can observe closely when your hand, foot, or other body parts appear in the fra—"

Nan Zhubin softly asked: "What kind of clothes are you wearing?"

According to the visitor’s description, she was a nurse in the ER, so she should be wearing a nurse’s white uniform.

But... Nan Zhubin seed to think otherwise.

He quietly watched the visitor’s eyelids start to tremble violently.

Then.

Inhale—exhale—

Inhale—exhale—

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale—

The visitor’s breathing suddenly quickened!

Within just ten seconds, the visitor’s nostrils began to contract rapidly, and her throat seed to be making so noises reminiscent of drowning.

This was not good.

This state, clearly, had triggered subconscious resistance.

Nan Zhubin took a deep breath, raised his hand to the visitor’s ear, intending to use a finger snap to bring the visitor out of the hypnosis state.

The visitor’s breathing suddenly returned to normal.

Nan Zhubin put his hand down again, knowing the visitor had completed this step on her own.

He turned back to pick up a kettle, pouring a cup of warm water.

When he turned around, the visitor had unknowingly opened her eyes, sitting up and looking around.

Her gaze was filled with confusion, like a newborn child surveying an unfamiliar world.

After a long ti, her vision slowly refocused.

"...Teacher, just now?"

Nan Zhubin handed over the water cup: "We recalled your dream."

He nodded towards the visitor: "You’ve done well, do you rember what you just told ?"

Then, Nan Zhubin pulled out a piece of paper and handed it over.

It was at this mont that the visitor noticed a slight wetness on her face. A tear had unknowingly slipped from the corner of her eye.

Just a single tear, leaving only a faint trace of moisture, like a newborn stream unexpectedly passing through a barren land, quickly turning dry again.

The visitor took a sip of warm water and wiped the corner of her eye.

Looking at Nan Zhubin, her gaze had already undergone a certain change.

"I rember. It felt like I was dreaming, but I could hear everything you said clearly, and I still rember what I said myself."

Pausing, she hesitated and asked: "Teacher, from my recollected dream just now... did you see anything?"