dream today

Recently, I have gradually resumed dreaming. You know, when I was busy and confused some time ago, I couldn't have a clear dream, and I couldn't remember it when I woke up. People always call what they can remember clearly when they wake up as "dream", don't they? The rest is "I know I had a dream last night".

The day before yesterday, I even got to the point of traveling in my dreams. I don’t know if everyone has the same feeling: when you are about to fall asleep, you imagine that you have come to a certain place, and use this as a starting point to start exploring the entire dream map, and you can control your own direction (create a picture of the world you travel through).

I start from the entrance of a labyrinth garden. The entrance to the garden is also an arch made by gardening, with no branches sloping out, but not even a single flower. A cloud of black mist trapped behind the door seemed to overflow the world on this shore, showing an inaccessible mystery and terror.

After walking in, the black fog will not obstruct the sight. To be precise, it is like diving into the water, the presence of water does not have the strong feeling of 'water and air are two distinct substances' when watching from the shore.

I choose to go right. It was a stream that had been neglected for a long time. The water was gurgling, and the pebbles and half-rotted leaves on the bottom were clearly visible. The shrubs on both sides of the stream have grown prosperously toward the middle, and they have merged together, and it is impossible to distinguish between you and me. Unlike the neatly trimmed arches at the door, it is more like a tunnel, and it is a natural flower tunnel that grows freely and undisturbed. The sun is sifted into fine starlight by the branches and leaves, and flickers with the water waves. Is this stream called the Milky Way?

Where is it going through the tunnel? I think it should be on a wide platform, right? So there was a magnificent view at the end of the tunnel: I reached a peak in the high mountain, and after a few steps, I could not see the bottom of the cliff. I thought for a while: "Does the water of that creek come from this mountain with only pebbles all around?" The dream helped me correct a pump in the middle of the road. "It's too far-fetched!" I deliberately didn't think about the water source, and let these unreasonables succumb to beauty.

"Generally speaking, you can see farther and more mountains from here."

"Snow Mountain?" Then a main peak appeared in the middle of the field of vision, and the mountains on both sides continued from the ridge of the main peak, disappearing all the way behind the clouds and fog that could not be seen. The main peak is only slightly higher than where I am. If the line of sight can be transformed into an eagle, it can jump off the cliff from here, follow the airflow, and slowly fly through the dense forest at the bottom of the cliff. In the process of falling, the pixels of observing the world are constantly clear, from high up thinking the dense forest is a soft green bed, to low flying scraping the hard branches of every forest tree, feathers sticking to sticky rotten leaves, smelling wet rot of miasma. Flying high again, the dense forest regained its former vagueness and softness, with the sunny side and the shaded side, broad-leaved needles, just the fine patterns of this huge carpet.

Later, I sat on the edge of the cliff and watched the volcano for a long time before falling asleep.

Today is a travel dream.

The previous situation is not shown. It is probably a game of hide and seek. When hiding, I followed a group of ALICE who climbed the mountain. When I came back to my senses, it was already here. It was only in the alley that I remembered that I had been here in my dream, but I couldn't remember the place name. After thinking about it for a while, I only knew that it was a city in Fujian, probably Xiamen. It had just rained, and the bluestone road was particularly slippery. A group of people were crowded together, and there was no way to hide the residual rain dripping from the tiles. The houses on both sides are old, and the doors are still in the style of pieces of wood embedded in the cracks of the stone strips. The shops were almost closed, and I followed the ALICE friends very fast, and I entered the scenic spot in a short while.

Now that I think about it, the prototype of this dream should be the grottoes I visited when I went to Bashu two years ago. As I walked, I listened to the chatter and chatter of the ALICE friends, and it seemed that some of them had been here many times, so they diligently introduced them to my teammates. I followed the team, and also rubbed the field tour guide to explain.

According to him (a narrator in the dream), this is not a grotto monument left by a certain dynasty or generation, but a landscape that the squires have invested in and carved the cave here according to the stone pattern in recent years. What impressed me the most was a two-person stone statue near the exit, depicting an old lady, with some texts similar to twenty-four filial piety written underneath, similar to the filial piety texts that relatives would send in family groups during New Years and festivals. The huge wrinkles on the old lady's forehead were originally cracks in the rock. It's just that the crack is in the shape of a lightning bolt, and it is far-fetched to say that it is the wrinkles on the old man's head. Everyone in the other sculptures did not say a word, posing a gesture of quietly appreciating the meaning behind it. When they got here, everyone laughed in unison. After all, the laughter is superficial and globally consistent.

Out of the grotto, there is a wooden trestle connected to it, until the platform for riding the zip line. It is crowded with tourists, and it takes a long time to get their turn.

Looking down from the zipline is the most beautiful view of this town. This is an offshore island, connected to the outside world by nothing but a two-lane road, and a zipline runs right above the road. There are scattered houses in the town below, and three or two white gulls flew out of the bushes and flew around the island. The sea breeze blew across the soles of his feet. I landed on shore.

People say that dreaming is neurasthenia and restless. But I dreamed, always more comfortable, indescribably peaceful.