Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“Who are they? ”

Li Yao looked here and stunned for a moment.

It can be seen that this dreamtraveler did not receive a very good education. The text was a bit upside down, and the language felt inconsistent, but it was this simple and straightforward way of writing. Instead, it attracted Li Yao suddenly with Sen's ghost.

“I fell into the reservoir, struggled desperately at first, choked several sips of water, my body was obviously cold, but my chest burned like a fire, and I suffered extremely. ”

The sleepwalker wrote, "But soon I sank into the depths of darkness, feeling like an amber-embedded mosquito, spending years in amber.

“It has been said that when people are on the verge of dying, brain cells will carry out their last intense activity, allowing their memories to float in front of them for the rest of their lives, like running lanterns flashing, as I did at the time - except that what flashes in front of me, in addition to my ‘life', is a previous life and even a previous life, a previous life.

“At the time, I was just an elementary school student, and I lived in my home town. At most, I saw the big city lights from the blurry black and white television, red and wine green, and the way it looked on land, but when I was caught in the grip of dying memories, I ‘saw' myself become a white collar dressed in bright light, working in the CBD of the big city, and climbing up in the office with a keen, keen angle and sharp head - you know, even in our provincial and national mega-cities in third grade, there was no CBD to say, and I ‘remember’ my white collar career, a lot of office politics details, that an elementary school student could never think of.

“While wandering, the memories burst apart, as if I were another person, no longer the white collar elite in the CBD of a large city, but a mechanical worker in a Western resource city - the new ‘memories' are weirder - and I remember very well the many mechanical and operational details, as well as the natural scenery of this western city, including the flavors and methods of producing the local famous specialty food, which were very cold things, and in that era of inconvenience and lack of information, a pupil living in a southeastern three-line town, had no access to relevant information from any source.

“I don't know if I'm clear enough. Can you understand what I'm saying?

“In other words, in the third grade, a child up to the age of 10 fell into the reservoir, and when he was seriously drowning and dying, he should have remembered his life for just 10 years, but somehow I broke the line between 'previous life' and ‘this life' and saw the images of the previous life as a white collar of CBD and the previous life as a mechanical worker. These images were incredibly clear, and the food in the images was full of colourful fragrances. Until today, I could not forget everything I had ‘seen' and smelled '.

“When I woke up, my soul returned to the body of a 10-year-old elementary school student, I found myself lying in the bed at home, beside my mother, who could not cry. Later, I realized that when I was rescued from the reservoir, half an hour had passed. The whole person's face was blue, his hands and feet were white, he had long lost breath, he saved half a day to recover a life, and he lay in bed for a full month before waking up.

“But this is not the end.

“Since then, although my body has recovered, my mind has always been a bit tranced, I can often see things that ordinary people can't see, hear voices that ordinary people can't hear, and in the middle of the night, when I enter the dream, I often return to the two dreams I had hundreds of times, or, in other words, to the memories of my previous and previous lives.

“As I grew older, my brain matured, and my dreams became clearer and clearer, I even had a feeling - I knew very well that I was dreaming, and the dream world was the world of my last and last life, which was a 'sober dream', and I was traveling through dreams - the memories of previous generations.

“By the time I was sixteen, my third dream, the memory of my last life, was awakened.

“It seemed to be a very dark and tragic world, full of war, famine and chaos, and I, like the vast majority of people, first bathed the troops with smoke and artillery, wounded and maimed on the battlefield, then returned to the local military factories and supplied weapons and ammunition to the front line, thus spending an incredibly bleak life and, finally, a million mega-bombs blossomed over the entire planet, cleansing the world completely with a brighter light than a solar storm.

“By the end of adolescence, at the age of eighteen or nine, in the early twenties, I had dreamed of myself in the first seven years, in addition to some strange landscapes, speckled denials, as if wandering among the stars and seas, very strange dreams of science and the future, but these strange dreams are not as clear as the memories of previous generations, it is difficult to say exactly what they mean.

“In conclusion, my memory of VII has something in common:

“First, they all occur on the planet, and although the magnitude and details vary from time to time, such as the names of countries and cities, the social landscape and the international political situation, they are basically confined to the 1970s and 1980s and the 230s, with similar levels of development of basic languages, technologies and civilizations.

“Secondly, no matter how hard I myself try or decay every century, I cannot change the course of the entire world - from prosperity to recession, from stability to collapse, from peace to war, from hurricanes, earthquakes, tsunamis, ozone holes, glacier melting, radical changes in solar activity, mutant plagues, extremism, fanatical politicians in possession of nuclear weapons in the twentieth and thirtieth centuries… all push the entire world to the brink of destruction.

“Thirdly, not knowing if it's a coincidence, every memory of my life clearly remembers that the collapse of the world began with the unexpected death of a group of scientists, magicians, fantasy novelists, cartoonists, filmmakers and game makers, first of all the 'creators' of these fantasy worlds with their imagination, then the astrophysicists with a richer imagination, but less easily understood by the masses, then scientists in various fields and cutting-edge scholars representing the limits of human intelligence… as if they were tossed down dominoes without any power to prevent its total collapse.

“In this way, the images that appear in my dreams cannot simply be described as‘ memories of previous generations’.

“Because memories of previous generations should be one-way, one-way, not parallel at the same time - my ‘world' was born in the 1970s and 1980s, then it only makes sense that previous generations should have been born in the early twentieth century and previous generations in the late nineteenth century.

“Why do I see seven different 'I’ in my dreams, seven subtle and different, but equally bleak ends —— around the twenty-first century?

“From the age of ten until today, when this question perplexed my first half of my life, I tried to find answers in myriad science fiction, philosophy, physics and ridiculous miscellaneous books that never yielded anything but, to say the least, what happened to me was more like the concept of 'parallel worlds', or even 'revolutions’, as some science fiction novels and films refer to, than the less accurate term 'memory of previous generations’.

“That is, there is not just one Earth, but at least seven, no, eight Earth, eight of them with subtle differences, but the path of development is roughly the same, and the planet that rotated back and forth between the 1970s and the 230s is like an automated computer game, and whenever an Earth moves towards destruction in the 21st and 230s, it is‘ restarted ', back to the 780s, and everyone who lives on Earth is cleansed of the memories of the last century, in a completely new posture, into a new cycle —— and I, perhaps the memories of a previous life, are not completely cleansed and awakened to the ultimate experience of death in drowning, actually seeing the images of the last cycle and the last.

“I don't know why this is happening, but what's the point of such a 'round'? All I know is that we are not far from the end of this cycle, because the creators of the fantasy world of our world are gradually beginning to die, and that is the trumpet of destruction.

“Yes, you can say that all this is my nonsense, it's the imagination of a nervous breakdown, but before you laugh and criticize me, take five minutes to think about it, and then look at the other answers below, not only have I encountered such a weird 'psychotic event’ on my own, but also tens of millions of people, all of whom have encountered strange things that science can't explain and that are totally unreasonable!

“Even you, you who are looking at the post, don't have a similar experience?

“Tell me, have you ever been to a completely strange place for the first time, but secretly remembered the streets and scenery nearby, as if you had been here in your 'last life'?

“Have you ever done something or said a word, but ‘chirped’ in your head, feeling that the same thing and the same thing have been done or said somewhere?

“Have you ever seen a stranger with a sudden, unusually affectionate feeling in his heart, like you've had a very close relationship before, but in fact, you have absolutely no intercourse, unless… in a previous life?

“Have you ever felt that you have lost countless important days in your life, many very profound memories at the time, soon became speckled and blurred, while other dreams of light and land departure became clearer and clearer, making you gradually confused what is reality and what is a dream? Did you suddenly wake up from a broken dream, feeling unbelievably depressed, as if you had just forgotten something of immense importance? ”