Chapter 1051
Light in a Dream
Chapter 1051 Light in a Dream
The scorching sun beat down from above, and even when I shielded my eyes with my hand, I still felt a stinging pain in my retina.
It seems he's been in the perpetually gray and gloomy England for too long and can no longer adapt to such intense sunlight.
Wade squinted and looked around.
In the glaring sunlight, all the scenery seemed to be shrouded in a layer of diffused light, appearing hazy and dreamlike.
The air was filled with a rich and complex aroma, a mixture of the sweetness of ripe fruit, the pungent smell of burning diesel fuel, and a salty, fishy scent carried by the sea breeze.
The overly saturated smell made him frown uncomfortably, and he subconsciously turned his head to look around.
He remembered that he came here on vacation with his companions... Where are they?
A girl in a sari walked towards him, holding two cups of ice-cold drinks, with a sweet smile on her face.
Golden lotus flowers sway gracefully on the long silk cloth.
Wade couldn't help but smile and quickly walked towards her.
This is his girl, the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with...
Sweat dripped from his forehead, and he couldn't help but look down and wipe it away, feeling that the damp air in this place was so thick that you could squeeze water out of it.
When he looked up again, a flash of light caught his attention.
He turned his head and saw two crows fighting over a reflective candy wrapper beneath the tall hotel.
On the clock tower further away, the minute hand slowly turned a small increment, forming a sharp angle with the hour hand.
The beverage vendor was counting crumpled banknotes when he suddenly looked up as if he had heard something, his face showing a look of horror.
The drink slipped from the girl's hand. She stared wide-eyed at what was behind Wade, her expression blank and bewildered.
A deep sense of astonishment and foreboding rose in Wade's heart.
He instinctively turned around and saw a blue truck suddenly accelerate through the roadblock and crash straight into the off-white building in front of him.
...attack?
The thought had barely crossed Wade's mind when a burst of white light erupted from the car, tearing apart the world before his eyes.
boom--!!!
A silent roar exploded in his ears.
The white light twisted and expanded, transforming into a sun that appeared out of nowhere, devouring everything in its path.
He watched helplessly as the glass of the white building trembled and shattered, the water pipes emitted a terrible wail, the concrete exploded, and all sorts of rubble and debris, mixed with severed limbs, fell in a flurry.
His perspective was suddenly elevated by an invisible force.
He saw a dusty hat fluttering in the air, a parasol with only its charred frame piercing a person's chest, and burning papers swirling past his eyes.
On that yellowed page, someone was repeatedly copying in childish handwriting:
"Today is a beautiful day."
"Today is a beautiful day."
"Today is a beautiful day..."
……
Wade sat up abruptly, his pajamas soaked with cold sweat.
"Huh...huh...huh..."
In the darkness, the only sound in the bedroom was his heavy breathing. Warm air flowed into his lungs, and he seemed to smell that strange scent from his dream again—
It was a peculiar, cloyingly fishy smell, mixed with the odor of fat and protein being violently burned.
Wade lay by the bedside, gagging uncontrollably twice, but nothing came out; only the acid in his stomach burned his esophagus.
The next second, the room lights up with a "snap".
Dobby suddenly appeared in the bedroom, wearing a brightly colored nightgown. He anxiously took Wade's arm and asked repeatedly:
"Is Mr. Wade ill? Is he feeling unwell? Dobby, go and fetch Mr. and Mrs. Grey!" "No, no need."
Wade barely managed to suppress another wave of nausea, coughed twice, and felt as if the thick smoke and dust were still stuck in his trachea.
He sat up, raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice terribly hoarse:
“I’m fine, Dobby… I just… had a nightmare… a really bad nightmare.”
Dobby looked at his unusually pale face. He disappeared from the room with a "snap" and quickly reappeared, holding a cup with wisps of steam rising from it with extreme care.
"Have some hot chocolate, Mr. Wade... Chocolate always helps to soothe a bad mood."
Upon smelling the sweet aroma, Wade felt nauseous again and quickly waved his hands, saying:
"Just give me a cup of hot water."
Without saying a word, Dobby disappeared and reappeared in the blink of an eye, this time with the cup filled with clear hot water.
Wade took the cup and slowly drank a few sips.
The water flowed over my dry throat, slightly calming the physiological nausea.
During this time, the bell on the wardrobe space rang a few times. Dobby ran over and soon returned with a bottle of tranquilizer, which he presented to Wade with both hands.
Wade was both amused and exasperated: "I just had a nightmare, not encountered a Dementor, so I don't need to drink this potion."
“But Mr. Wade was in great pain; Dobby had never seen him in such pain.”
Dobby remained standing at a distance, his large eyes fixed on him, the worry in them almost overflowing.
He pleaded in a pleading tone, "Just a little, Mr. Wade, just a little..."
Seeing Dobby's worried expression, Wade didn't refuse anymore. He took the crystal bottle, uncorked it, and drank the liquid inside in one gulp.
A warm, reassuring feeling slowly rose from the bottom of my heart, dispelling the chill brought by the dream.
He felt as if he were soaking in water at just the right temperature, his tense muscles relaxing without him even realizing it, and his thunderous heartbeat slowing down, pounding against his chest with neither too light nor too heavy a beat.
Wade let out a long breath, put down the crystal bottle, lay down on the bed, and pulled the blanket up to his chin.
"Thank you, Dobby, I feel much better."
He said gently, "I'll sleep a little longer, you should go and rest too. It's almost dawn."
Dobby looked at his face carefully again before reluctantly nodding and disappearing into thin air with a "snap".
Silence returned to the room, broken only by the sound of Vader's own breathing.
A faint, bluish-gray light had begun to appear outside the window, and the occasional chirping of birds could be heard.
Wade stared at the familiar pattern on the ceiling and remembered the crows fighting over candy wrappers in his dream.
Was it really... a nightmare?
Or was it foresight?
Or perhaps... he inadvertently "saw" what was happening somewhere through someone else's eyes?
but……
What place is that?
Who are those people...?
If that matter had nothing to do with him, why would he dream about it?
Everything in the dream was hazy and chaotic. He didn't see any text with addresses written on it; only the distant clock tower told him the exact time.
Vader mentally visualized the clock from his dream and silently recited:
"10:45..."
And then there were those fragmented pieces of information—saris, vendors, white buildings, blue trucks…
Wade raised his hand to cover his eyes. Darkness and pressure came from his eyelids, and he seemed to see his vision being completely filled by a sudden burst of white light.
(End of this chapter)