Recently always do the dream, always in the dream back to the past, re-experience similar and different general scenes, although similar but the dream will be mixed with different time periods of the scene, to wake up after the dream to find that each time period is an unforgettable moment, such as after the college entrance examination group photo and the last day of parting, or the university is about to leave the school when the unforgettable moment, etc., but the most important thing is that the end of the dream can always swim in tension to another time and space, similar to the middle of the world and the other world, And I flew alone in the air between the two worlds, flying at will, until the scene in front of me became darker and darker, more and more suffocated, feeling very strange and lonely and unconventional, and then I would wake up naturally in the panic and screaming in my dreams.
This kind of wandering dream, in the wonderful, surprised, shocked, frightened in a dream, but can experience a different general feeling. Perhaps, in the wandering of dreams, I have stepped into the two worlds of yin and yang.
Maybe it's one, and it's one.
Most of these dreams will happen when the dawn is approaching, just say this time, I was sleeping well, and suddenly I inadvertently entered the dream.
At this point, the journey of the story is official!
Since the memory quickly disappears a few minutes after waking up from a dream, I will say everything I can think of for the time being. I remember the first time I entered the dream was the last lesson in high school.
At first, the classmates in the dream were both familiar and strange, to be precise, the students I saw were all unknown in reality, but even so, it did not affect me to talk to them in the dream, and to talk to them about graduation, as if the one in the dream really knew them.
Speaking of this, I will briefly introduce the perspective problem in my dream, the perspective of this dream, most of which is flexible, for example, in my dream, that is, I can experience and feel from the perspective of the person in the dream, and I can also stand outside the perspective of a third party to watch everything that happens. Well, go ahead!
Back to the point, in the dream of high school, I was taking the last lesson, there was no teacher in the dream classroom, only a few female students and I insisted on reviewing, saying that it was a review, in fact, I could not concentrate on reading, we were more like thinking, like preparing something.
Yes, to prepare, the expressions of the classmates and the mood of the mixed feelings, both unforgettable memories, but also the reluctance of the others in front of me, I saw a fat little girl is writing a note, she seems to be wearing a white blouse, short hair, bowed her head on the desk between the white paper wrote the unspeakable true words, I can feel, the words in the inseparable and unfinished, you see her phone number on the paper and the name of the classmate, she thinks that after parting means that she can no longer see, The idea is very simple but very sincere. After waking up from the dream, I thought about this again, in reality, my thoughts when I graduated from high school, isn't it the same, this kind of thinking may not only be me, but also students of the same age, because at that age of seventeen or eighteen, the stories between students and the past are more memorable than anything, if you leave here, then this kind of feeling is absolutely true!
But alas, she gave up Save. After she finished writing the phone number, she stopped writing, stared straight at the white paper, and chose left and right, and finally she kneaded the paper into a ball. She turned her head, smiled at the old classmate next to her, and stopped talking.
In the blink of an eye, the picture changed to the end of school.
A little beauty in dark clothes and braids smiled at me, and we talked a few words, and when we were about to leave the classroom, I called out to them.
"Stop, let's divide the food."
I didn't know why, I said this sentence, and when I looked at the table, there were some desserts in it, like mooncakes and pastries. In the distribution, we also said a lot, the specifics have not been remembered, but most of them are lamentations of time, helpless and difficult to give up.
They walked out of the classroom until I watched their backgrounds disappear from sight. I also didn't say what I wanted, but in fact, I was still very nostalgic for the little girl with the braids.
The background of the classroom and the smiling face when I look back are very good.
Unconsciously, the dream cut to the critical moment of taking the graduation photo, but I could not take a picture with those classmates, I seemed to be separated by other things, and I could only look at the high school classmates in my dream from a distance and watch them line up for a group photo. The neat line was mixed with many people who knew each other in reality and people they didn't know.
The mind wandered here, and the dream was diverted.
In the picture, I appeared, I returned to a familiar and unfamiliar old house, and a few people and I were trying to climb along the wall, as if to reach something, I had forgotten, and finally, it seemed to be enough, in the dream, besides me, there were two or three boys, a girl, things were a little blurry, but people remembered. This scene resembles an episode in the middle of the film, which passes quickly.
In the third scene, I wandered to college graduation season. The general building of the school is the same as the building of the university in reality, but it is larger, and several new buildings have been added than in reality. To be honest, after graduation, I didn't pay much attention to the school, I heard my college classmates say that the school has indeed expanded again, but I have never gone back once after graduation, it is likely that the picture in my dream is exactly what the school looks like today, who knows?
In my dream, I was packing my books and preparing to put them in my school bag and put them back in my dormitory so that I could leave school and take them away. In the graduation season, the school of my dreams is also very chaotic, and people in the courtyard are coming and going, all packing up their pre-school belongings. A moment later, I walked out of the classroom with my school bag on my back, but as I walked, a scene happened to me in my dream.
As I walked, I gave my bag.
That happened when I walked through a teaching building while returning to my dorm.
This teaching building is in reality, and it is very prosperous, integrating office and classes, and is five or six stories high. I shuttled through the corridors, looking for the elevator, with some kind of purpose, but when I woke up, the purpose had been forgotten. I seemed to have lost my way, wandered through several corridors, and finally walked out of this building, and the amazing development bag was lost!
Coincidentally, after walking out of this building, I saw several girls also stopping in the crowd, I looked for their way, and told them about the loss of school bags, yes, they also lost their school bags, and the look was also in several pictures, recalling the location of the school bags, I couldn't think of where the school bags were lost, they were the same. anxiety! helpless! disturbed!
The most amazing thing happened!
With the increase of anxiety, I began to return the same way, began to look for a trace of memory, but helplessly how to find, can not find, just like the moment the bag disappeared. As thoughts spread, the picture in the dream began to get out of rhythm. In the wrong run, I walked into the place where the crowd gathered, and two of the men seemed to be selling some kind of medicine, similar to some magic medicine sold in the jianghu lang.
However, when I ran into the middle of the crowd, I was caught by the charlatans, who forcibly injected me in the arm and gave me some medicine from their mouths. After walking out of the crowd, I thought left and right, always feeling that they were deceitful, but I couldn't find evidence.
I walked east along the path and continued to search for my school bag. But as time went on, I became more and more anxious, could it be that I really lost my bag?
As time went on I became more and more anxious, and I began to go east, I must find it, and I must not throw away the books and some other objects when I graduate.
I thought about running while thinking, but I ran and ran out at a constant speed. Suddenly, a river appeared in front of me, I wanted to stop, but I couldn't stop, I could only continue to run forward at a uniform speed faster or slower, and strangely, when I ran near the edge of the river, my body began to leave the ground and flew up with ease. And this, I started doing it when I was very young, and I heard some older people say that this is called traffic, which is a kind of dream that people often have when they are growing up.
I am familiar with this type of dream. Because every once in a while, I will have such dreams, or encounter small difficult challenges in my dreams, or complete targeted tasks in my dreams, and there will be similar wandering phenomena.
Sometimes you'll also enter a magical space.
For example, this time, I entered a kind of gray time and space, where it was quiet, dead, desolate, and miserable.
As I flew, the height increased. With the increase in controllable speed and height, I began to enter another level of space, and gradually faded the need to find a school bag.
I was at a height overlooking the mountains and experienced a different kind of freedom, the freedom to fly. However, as the depth of flight increased, the picture in front of me began to change and became gradual.
The light of the original world gradually dimmed, and became more and more gray as the depth increased.
A layer of gray clouds began to appear in the sky overhead, covering the sky evenly. Looking down at the world below me began to become dull, but I still did not stop; continued to fly forward, the altitude began to increase from more than ten meters to tens of meters, and now the color of the earth gradually deepened, from ordinary to gray, until. In the blink of an eye, the sun in the sky, which had been obscured like a full moon, hung in the distance, emitting an astringent cold light.
My mood began to get muffled, how I got to this kind of place. Empty and empty, all things are bleak.
As I continued to fly, I began to see dilapidated buildings and withered trees in front of me. But if you look closely, the scattered buildings are actually ancient pavilions, attics, their more spaced scattered divisions in the depths of the earth, black tiles, seemingly slightly weathered, but do not affect the overall shape and layout, I don't know what happened here, can make such an elegant and quiet place become as defeated as it is now. As the flight deepened, the light in front of his eyes became dimmer and dimmer, and strange plants began to appear on the black earth, which looked also gray, withered branches and black leaves. Those plants, some with fan-shaped silhouettes, some resembling dead willows, and very tall mushrooms, very. I looked around, and I couldn't find any active life here, let alone people, except for me. After a while, on the undulating black earth, a huge helmet appeared, which looked very similar to that worn by soldiers in World War II. Flying further ahead, my vision was already dim, and I began to have the idea of retreating. Because, this is not a normal world at all.
"I'm going back and out" With this thought certain, the dream suddenly disintegrated, and I finally woke up.
When I opened my eyes, the sunlight ran into the window, and the world in front of me also appeared colored.
I knew very well that it was just a dream, and it was clear from beginning to end, that the experience was a dream, but the dream was so real. Maybe this is wandering, the body is not moving, God has done it; dreams are like bubbles, and bitterness is still there.
Sometimes after waking up from a dream, I am also quite emotional. One experience in reality, another experience in a dream. It is not surprising to recall the Tao taught by Lao Tzu in the Tao Te Ching.
Each experience is a self-inflicted wound and will continue until it is completed. Isn't our consciousness wandering in dreams a kind of wandering in the human world?
Perhaps, if the lack and inadequacy of life are completed in the dream journey. The regrets in life can make people understand that what is missing in reality is beautiful!
The meaning of existence is always made up in experience.