Chapter 70: Dreamers

Chapter 70: Dreamers

[Dreamers’ Community]

Among those in the know, there existed a community that went by that name.

Dreamers.

On the surface, it sounds rather romantic.

Indeed, it would be if one considered it a gathering of those who dream of the future.

However.

That community, which guaranteed complete anonymity, was a bit far from such romanticism.

If one had to group them together.

Right.

One might call it a “victims’ association.”

More precisely, it is an association of victims who see a ‘blue something’ in their dreams from a certain day onwards.

That was the only commonality among those who frequented the place.

Seeing some ‘blue something’ in their dreams.

Apart from that, these people seemed to have nothing in common... was it really a coincidence that they ‘happened’ to gather here?

That was a secret known only to the one who gathered them here.

Anyway.

The community that claimed complete anonymity was usually filled with all sorts of miscellaneous posts.

As if to create a smokescreen, posts about trivial daily life and... landmine-like posts filled the place every single day.

Anonymous sites inevitably become such places.

However.

There were days when disturbingly similar topics would be posted.

On such days, even those who usually posted all sorts of strange things would have calm conversations like monks who had regained peace of mind.

And not long ago was one such day.

Since it came abruptly without any signs, the cycle seemed unpredictable.

But on that day.

The community would start with outcries from those who couldn’t resist the urge to talk, from those whose stories wouldn’t be believed even if they told those around them.

Monkey Roaming in Dreams

I think I had that dream again after a long time

I saw that ‘blue thing’ for the first time in a while, but it seemed to be in a strange state today.

Should I say it looked angry?

It seemed more irritable than when I last saw it... Seeing that made me a bit uneasy... Is something going to happen?

Did anyone else see something different?

I’ll be anxious if I’m the only one who saw something different.

Monkey on the Train

I had a similar dream. I tried to calm it down when it was angry. How about approaching it the next time you meet?

Monkey Eating Bananas

Don’t worry, I saw the same thing.

Monkey Eating Ground Meat

Me too. Damn, what’s with the usernames today?

Monkey Driving the Train

Why was it angry?

Honestly, I didn’t know it was angry. The blue lump was just bouncing around.

But seeing the stories being posted today, I guess it was angry.

It rarely gets angry, right? What could have happened? It’s really bothering me.

More than that, there’s something interesting.

We’ve been having similar dreams, but I think this is the first time we’re having dreams with exactly the same nuance.

What could this be?

Anyone know?

Monkey on the Train

If we knew, wouldn’t we have already posted about it? Most people are here because they want to talk about seeing this.

It’s just not now.

Come to think of it, I heard that birds also fall from their nests to learn how to fly.

Then maybe I also have to learn to fly by falling from somewhere?

When I briefly imagined falling from a high place, my jelly trembled.

I’d probably be fine if it’s not too high, but even a little height makes me scared that I’ll become a jelly splatter rather than a slime.

...Do I have to fly?

If you want to fly... there are many other things.

Like an airplane...

Come to think of it, there seems to be no need for me to fly with my own body.

Hanging onto the whale’s body and floating around... that should be enough. Mm-hmm.

Anyway.

I’m resting because I can’t frolic in the room... It’s not because I’m a scaredy-cat.

Ah.

But there is one ability I seem to have acquired.

I don’t know when it appeared, but it was the ability I briefly used inside the whale’s belly some time ago.

I threw the remote control I was holding into the corner of the bed with a flick.

The remote control that flew spinning landed safely on the corner.

After confirming that, I looked at the remote control and slowly let out the feeling of wanting it.

Then.

Daesik, who was blankly staring at the TV, slowly raised his body, picked up the remote control with Alice’s body, and brought it to me.

Seeing Sosik sprawled next to him, also making a wriggling motion... and the whale rubbing its body in the corner, slowly flying over.

I thought I might have become able to give orders... or convey emotions to those little troublemakers.

At that time, the way Daesik and Sosik were facing the fallen person... was clearly under my influence.

Maybe the emotion of anger was so... intense that they even lost their individuality?

Does that mean I can control them as I wish through sufficiently strong emotions? Commands?

Right now, it’s almost like they’re moving reluctantly because they don’t want to receive my unstoppable spam mail pleading, ‘please please please give me the remote control.’

Of course, kind Daesik must have moved to grant my request.

...Right?

I patted the head of Daesik, who brought me the remote control.

*Pat pat*

Then Daesik happily raised his doll arm.

Yeah.

It’s a relief he only raised one hand.

But one frustrating thing is.

I have no idea what these little ones are thinking.

The only fortunate thing is that I can clearly see what they’re thinking just by looking at them.

Sometimes, I think it would be nice if we could just talk normally.

Hmm.

If I start writing or talking... would they also start writing?

Come to think of it, my plan to pretend to understand writing and make demands fizzled out.

Having proper communication with ‘people’ seemed likely to burden me, so it wasn’t something to decide hastily.

Anyway.

Since I had nothing to do at the moment, I felt like a time millionaire.

I feel like I wield the power of time, easily able to crush a community or two.

One day, while feeling that immense power.

Han Seori and Kim Cheonsu came in together.

And seeing what the two brought.

...It seems I’ll be going out again.

I suddenly felt the authority draining from my body.

My jelly went limp.