At 9:37 p.m., I woke up in the dark and my headache finally eased. The faint light of the street lamp is blocked by the curtains, and it is impossible to see things clearly, only suitable for a daze.
I was thinking back to the dreams I had. In a dream there was a whale, whimpering in the sea. I followed in its footsteps, trying to parallel it.
In the deep blue sea, there are no corals and small fish in sight, only the sound of free and sea water flowing through the ears. I followed the whale and swam slowly forward.
Occasionally, it would stop and turn its body to look at me, and when I swam closer, its mouth closed and it began to say something. I could not understand its language, nor could I feel its sorrow, but could only swim with it in the dark, deep sea. During this time, I sometimes crouched on the back of the whale, sometimes learned it to swing its powerful tail, and after a moment of joy, we all saw the white light ahead. The whale suddenly stopped, hugged me with its huge fins, and motioned for me to go back the way it was, and the rest of the way it needed to go alone. Looking at its lonely back, I stayed where I was, not knowing where to go.
Eventually, I decided, to follow the whales.
I struggled to catch up, and finally I got closer and closer to the white light, and just as I was preparing to slap the whales, I was greeted by a thick, cold wall of glass. It turned out that the door of the aquarium was waiting for the whale, and it came, the door closed, and the flash was on.
I finally understood its whimpering.
It was a calm dream, no shaking of the sky, no rocky rocks, some, just a whispered whimper in the deep sea and a moment of human understanding after the injury.
I was still trying to recall the details, but the dream was like fine sand, and the more I wanted to keep it, the more I wanted to flow away. So this time, I want to completely engrave it in the form of words, and leave traces in my life like the colorful and fanciful dreams of the past:
I dreamed of crows flying over the sea with bean-sand-colored prayer flags;
I dreamed of myself sinking into a pale green river;
I dreamed that the big trees were growing in the sky, and I sat in a small boat and counted the colors of each tree.
It is blissful to have dreams to do, and every day, there is its own universe and planet waiting to be explored.