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Chapter 70: Dreamers

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.

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.

Monkey Dancing with a Knife

Don’t know?

Monkey with a Flower

Maybe this place was created to check its progress? Isn’t it strange?

Monkey Separating the Train

Now that I’ve dreamt about it, it does seem a bit strange…

Pondering over it, I don’t remember how I got here.

I’ve been doing it naturally for a while, so I just kept going, but it’s a bit scary.

Maybe it’s because ‘that thing’ got angry in the dream…

Monkey with a Flower

Now that you mention it, me too.

Monkey on the Train

I think I’m the same.

Monkey Eating Bananas

Huh?

Monkey Roaming in Dreams

…What?

Monkey Making Ground Meat

Why are we all monkeys in the first place?

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Just as various experiments were conducted in the seaside place, I thought they might do something here as well.

I mean… in my eyes, there have been many changes, haven’t there?

Especially that thing floating around that hasn’t been named yet.

But it looks like they decided to leave me alone for the time being. No experiments took place.

Just… the daily life I had before going down to the seaside returned.

Watching TV until I feel sleepy and fall asleep and eating food delivered when the time comes is a very ordinary daily life.

I thought I might turn into a rotten jelly at this rate, but thinking about it, it doesn’t really matter…

I heard they call people like this couch potatoes.

Then would I be a bed potato jelly?

Truthfully, I was interested in discovering new abilities.

Just like that thing flying in the air and rubbing its body in the corner, I wondered if I could also fly.

But… I didn’t learn how to fly.

I don’t know what the problem is, but I couldn’t fly.

It’s not that I particularly wanted to imitate Superman, but why can that thing fly while I can’t?

…Maybe I just haven’t learned how to fly properly.

If not that.

Perhaps… when I spat out that strange emotion earlier, I also spat out the ability to fly?

If that’s really the case, it would be an utterly unfortunate thing.

I just spat it out because I thought I wouldn’t be able to live a normal life if I kept that uncontrollable anger.

Spitting out only the anger and keeping the flying… does seem a bit sly, but since it should have been my ability originally, wouldn’t it be fine?

…Should I try again?

But… that would mean I have to swallow that whale floating around again.

Is the whale I ate and spat out the same whale I knew?

It’s not that… I had a sense of it being a friend. Thinking about eating it, I feel a bit icky.

So I just gave up, lay on the bed, watched TV… and ate the snacks I had stashed away.

Just as Sosik has tentacles.

Maybe someday, the ability to fly will truly awaken in me.

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.