Last night's nightmare
Text: I am plain face
At nine o'clock in the evening, sleepiness struck, and I went to bed early. The quality of sleep has always been very high, rarely dreaming, and sleeping at dawn. However, as a woman, the weight is still normal, but like men, tired during the day, sleeping and drinking, the more tired the body, the louder the sound. Once, when I was attending a summer camp at a monastery, the big guys slept in the chase bunk, and my sound disturbed others so that they couldn't sleep, and they were driven to the single room. Blessed by misfortune, there is a unique space.
What is the state of the ego when sleeping, the ego is not known. Sleeping and snoring naturally comes from the mouth of others. Dreaming in sleep is self-inflicted.
This night, I could not live in peace all night, and my heart was very hard. For no reason, I died early. After the death, the body has forgotten where it is, but the soul has never been far away, and has been wandering at home. Find a pen and paper, leave a message on the paper, and tell your son which pocket the key is in and where something is. There is so much to be done.
The soul is free and can come and go as it pleases, to the house of the in-laws, to the place where the husband and son live. There is no woman's home, not like a home, there are clutter piled up everywhere, the space is cramped and small, very messy. I can't clean up my home for them, but I can write with a pen and communicate with them. You can also hear their chats clearly.
Someone said the object for the husband, and vaguely also vaguely knew this woman. Think of my home, without my place, belonging to another woman, becoming her home. The sleep center is very uncomfortable.
A long night, repeated dreams, from beginning to end this dream has not been interrupted, there is only one main line, I am dead, my home will be settled by other women, so unwilling, the heart is extremely uncomfortable.
I woke up at five twenty o'clock, woke up, the depression in the dream has not yet dissipated, the grace is endless, why dream, why there is this scene in the dream, does not mean that the day has a thought, the night has a dream? It seems that during the day, I didn't think about my own death, nor did I think that my home would be occupied by other women.
My home was occupied by other women, and once this idea was born, the discomfort in my heart bubbled up again, and I couldn't adapt to it. Why, my home, my bed, my cupboard, my kitchen, my desk and chair bench, my sofa backrest, my flowers and plants, are to be occupied by other women and let her do whatever she wants. The more I think about it, the more uncomfortable it becomes.
But if, now, I'm really dead, and I'm gone, what's mine? Those who once thought they belonged to me, don't they all belong to other women? By virtue of what you don't give up, what can you do if you don't give up, you are gone, what you take away is nothing more than your shell, and nothing else can be taken away.
Was this sudden thought because of the fear of death? It is not true, death is not to be feared, and like life, it is an inevitable thing. So is it to give up external wealth? Moreover, external material wealth is not worth mentioning, but a pile of dust. Finally, I figured it out, what was difficult to accept in my heart was what belonged to me, and it belonged to another woman, if this woman was the wife of my son, it would be enough, if she was my successor, if she was a continuation, this was an intolerable thing.
It seems that I have to take care of my own body, how to live a seventy or eighty years old, how to walk behind others, let the things that belong to me have the surname of a woman, too uncomfortable for myself. What makes us unhappy in our hearts, we can't do it.
Oh, a dream caused discomfort, get this complaint xiaowen, understand the mood, and live well, until the age of one hundred and eighty and then go not too late.