HBWnovel Chapter 36 Dreamland
Chapter 36 Dreamland
When Atar fell asleep, the spiritual power in him was changed by the reagent, pulling the sleeping person into his world, but this time, the world was warm.
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Attar found himself standing in a forest.
He was ready to go back to that weird town by himself, it was like a spiritual shadow lingering in his mind, stationed in the depths of his subconscious, stretched out its tentacles when the dream came, and wrapped him up into the abyss.
But now it's a little strange.
Because the scene at this moment is really too soft, the leaves rustle, as if in another world, this is a harbinger of a sweet dream, and everywhere he sees is coated with a layer of hazy brilliance.
——This should really be a dream.
Probably due to the potion that Chris gave him.
Attar's hair was covered in black lines, as he found himself in a red hooded coat, then matching short-sleeved shorts, and a pair of red boots, a utterly childish look.
If he remembered correctly, when he was Green Arrow's little assistant, he was wearing a red hood, and the uniform he used was the same one that Roy used before.
But now, a mysterious force has changed the appearance of this uniform, abruptly adding a fairytale style. He is like the protagonist of a bedtime story, such as Little Red Riding Hood.
His body also shrank. Atal stood on the bank and looked at his face facing the stream. He was probably only about 13 years old.
It was a child's face, like a mirror, and the self in the stream looked at him wordlessly, as if they didn't understand what happened.
And the expressions of the people around him were more bewildered than him, and the face somewhat similar to his looked at him in bewilderment.
Superman——Clark himself didn't expect that he just took a nap on the plane, and then he had such a childlike dream.
The reason why he knew it was a dream was because someone seemed to put a super filter on everything he saw.
And it's still the kind of soft and hazy aura, it can't be the beautiful and fresh painting style that the real world should have. You can only see this kind of lens in various Disney movies.
Even the trees are low-rise versions, which look very much like a child's stick figure, which can be called a representative work of abstract art.
Moreover, in his sight, a cute and beautiful child was wearing the costume of Little Red Riding Hood in the fairy tale, looking at his face in the stream.
Then, he set his eyes on him, and Clark felt a little nervous for no reason, as if he was about to accept some review.
Then he saw the boy's face clearly.
The other party raised his head slightly, and those familiar blue eyes met Clark.
Clark's heart skipped a beat, this face made him almost lose his expression, his body was shaking, and he subconsciously held his breath.
——Because the other party looks so much like him.
Also...too much like Bruce.
Clark thought brokenly, why is this?
His heart was shocked, and he didn't understand why he had such a dream.
Does he want a child so badly?
But why? ! ——
Why, Bruce and his kids? ? ?
Straight man Clark experienced a magnitude [-] earthquake in his head.
Before he slapped himself from a distance and reminded: Don't think too much, you and Bruce are absolutely impossible to develop to this point, this is just a dream, Clark felt his body froze, because "Little Red Riding Hood" grabbed the corner of his clothes, Signal him to come back to his senses.
He looked down and saw that he himself was wearing a fairy-tale-style apron with an "s" printed on it.
This again gave Clark a crit.
"...Arrow," Clark himself didn't know how to say such words, as if someone manipulated his body to make him say such lines, "here is the snack prepared by Alfred, you go quickly For your other, other dad... Bruce."
Clark pulled out a smile stiffly. Although he was happy, he almost didn't collapse.
... What another father!
It's not that kind of relationship...
However, Clark still couldn't get rid of the control of his body.
Then, resignedly, he tossed off his long coat and took out a cookie from under his apron.
"..."
The atmosphere became inexplicably weird, and Atar stared at the opponent's face.
Clark didn't wear glasses on his face, so he unreservedly showed the face of the god on earth.
—Superman would appear in his dreams?
Atal thought to himself...it was just a dream.
So far, he hasn't had such a relaxing dream since he woke up, so even if something strange happens, he can ignore it.
So, Atal reached out and took the cookie.
The hands of the 13-year-old boy looked extraordinarily small in comparison with Clark's, and his wrists seemed to shatter when squeezed. Then, before Clark could get more distracted, he quickly retracted his hands and carefully placed the cookie Hold it in your hand.
The clothes he is wearing now have no pockets, but the belt is tied with a small leather buckle, and there is a small bag.
He loosened its opening, put the cookies in with all due respect, and tied a loose knot, reaching out and patting them to make sure they were in place.
"Before it gets dark, you should set off quickly. Remember, follow the main road, don't go to the small road, it will be dangerous, watch the road clearly, don't fall down. And don't talk to strangers, they Maybe they're all bad guys..."
Clark started rambling, as if really getting into character.
The little boy in the red hood looked up at him, fluttered his long eyelashes, and blinked, like a composite of a miniature version of Bruce and himself.
Clark's heart softened, as if he had been shot in the heart by an arrow.
Before I knew it, that strange control was gone, but Clark kept talking subconsciously.Because Atar looked too small, and the sky was getting late, the fire cloud in the sky had already shown an orange brilliance, and occasionally a few flying birds passed by.
Atar gave a "hmm", indicating that he understood.
"Well, I'll be with you..." Clark swallowed before he finished speaking, and was stopped by an inexplicable force.
Clark frowned slightly. He was restrained by this sentence and couldn't say it at all.
That is to say, he cannot be the little boy's companion on this journey.
Atal raised his head in doubt, and looked at Clark who suddenly stopped his voice for some reason. The other party seemed to have something to say to him, but after a moment of silence, it only became one sentence:
"……be careful."
Atal nodded, put on his hood, stepped on his boots and left the place, and finally waved goodbye to Clark.
The latter's eyes looked very tangled, and he was a little afraid to look at his face, but he also waved his hand, which felt like saying goodbye to a child who had traveled far away, which made Clark feel even more subtle.
Then Attar turned and left along the road.
He didn't know where to go to get to the so-called "Papa Bruce".
But when he was in a daze, a string of bright footprints appeared on the road out of thin air, as if reminding him which direction to go, so he decided to follow the instructions.
The boots stepped on the dry branches, making a crisp sound, and the forests on both sides of the road were full of colorful birds, and white flowers bloomed in the grass.
Atar was moving towards the goal in the afterglow of the west slant. He was small in stature, but his back was straight, and he had an aura that seemed to be unafraid of the road ahead.
It was as if he was on a picnic, because the breeze was refreshing and pleasant, Atar broke a soft branch from the roadside, and then held it in his hand and shook it all the way.
It would be nice if time could be stopped and this moment be eternal, so that Atal could think about nothing.
However, just as he was walking for a while, suddenly there was a strong wind and dark clouds covered the sun, blowing the whole forest upside down and screaming.
In a blink of an eye, the sky became dark without any warning, like a sudden gust of wind, blowing Atar's hood off, revealing that soft black hair.
Bean-sized raindrops fell immediately, hit the ground, and shattered into several pieces.
Atar quickly put on the hat again, then grabbed the edge, looked left and right, and found a house not far away, and he rushed over directly stepping on the mud and puddles.
The door was half-closed, he stretched out his hand and pushed it open, making a creak, attracting the attention of everyone in the room.
Three pairs of eyes turned to look at him. They were dressed as hunters. The room was lit with kerosene lamps. The flickering candles illuminated the colorful Indian feathers on the table.
Three familiar hunters.
"Connor, Roy, and...Oliver." Attar pointed out the names of these three people, and paused, "Hmm..."
Atar rubbed his eyes - why did they appear in this dream?
The two brothers of the Green Arrow family and the Green Arrow himself are all present.
He took a few steps back, looked at the nameplate hanging on the door, and sure enough, there was a curly Quinn on it.
Atal walked back slowly.
"Why was my name said last?" asked Oliver.
Roy suddenly reached out and gave him a head, knocking Oliver into a daze.
"Is this the point?" Roy said, "Forget it during the day, why do I have to see your face in my dreams?"
"What did you say?" Oliver slapped the table.
"In my dream, you are still like this? Roy?"
There was a loud "bang" from Connor's side.
They immediately stopped what they were doing, their attention was distracted, and they realized that it was Connor who had knocked his head on the table.
Then this 19-year-old young man who has become the actual right to speak of the Green Arrow family raised his head slowly, and kowtowed down again, performing for the few people present what it means to call me hit myself, even Atal felt it My head hurts.
"Wake up quickly..." Connor bumped his head for the third time, and said in a low voice, "Why do you have to torture me like this in your dreams..."
As if aware of the gazes of the three, Connor raised his head, moved his head slowly, and scanned the crowd with serious eyes.
Just as everyone was holding their breath, waiting for him to say something, Connor knocked his head on the table again without hesitation.
"I want to wake up," he said desperately, Connor lost the sense of calm during the day, and became very suitable for his age, revealing a bit of fragility, "I'm going to die, help, kill me ..."
"Can't you be safe in your dreams?" His voice became more and more aggrieved.
Three people: "..."
Got it, Connor, have you always disliked us so much?
In the dream, there is no need to hide it? !
Quickly pick up your idol burden Connor!
Before Connor continued to torment his head, Atar strode up distressedly, and quickly put his hand on the edge of the table. Connor knocked his soft palm at first, was startled, and quickly moved his head away .
He raised his head, looked at Atar, and was taken aback.
Then Connor said confusedly: "Great, I changed my dream?"
Only then did the remaining two people notice the image of Atar at this moment. To them, this image was no stranger, it could be said to be quite familiar, as if they had been called back to the memory of several years ago...
At that time, Atal had just come to Green Arrow's house, and he looked like this immature.
Roy reached out and took Atar's hand, put it near his mouth, blew and rubbed it, and then looked at Connor.
"It's really enough, you all leave my dream quickly." Roy said unceremoniously, "I'll be annoyed when I see you, and now it's the dream of me and Atal."
Did you tell the truth, Roy?
"Oh." Connor opened Roy's hand and held Attar's hand, wrapping his arms around his arms with a contemptuous expression.
"Roy, don't you want to continue to maintain a 'cheerful, lively and enthusiastic' image?"
Roy also said "Oh": "Connor, you were not so gentle before?"
The two of them have a great relationship and quite a sympathy, so telling each other off doesn't actually hurt each other's feelings.
Just when the two of them were staring at each other, there was a sound of the door being slammed unexpectedly, and Atal's figure had disappeared into the hunter's hut.
Atar couldn't listen anymore, he turned around, walked out the door, complaining indignantly in his heart:
——The characters are all collapsed!This is simply an OOC dream!