Chapter 2 sobriety (2)

six day dream One day in June, I had a dream. I saw myself going to a strange place by boat.Go upstream along the wide green river.The water waves are turbulent, and there are huge plants standing upright.The stem is very thick, the leaves are fat and wide, and it grows in the middle of the water.Large peonies bloom on distant mountain peaks, implying that more flowers are blooming in the depths.The green leaves have distinct layers and are green in color. This place, like many strange places that once appeared in dreams, makes people happy, but they don't know where it came from. Many dreams are about walking.I saw myself taking a boat or an airplane (I don’t know why, usually these two means of transportation), going to various strange places, and meeting various strange people.

The Pacific Ocean, the sultry and bumpy ferry, the bird's-eye view when the plane is gliding in the sky, the Turks, the nameless town... You can often see rivers, crossing rivers, valleys, and bright colors of plants.unidentified person. In that dream, there was a man dressed in white, which was light and thin white cotton, and the crimson underlay was exposed in the knickerbockers.A figure from the back walked towards the door.He seems to be discriminated against.But I think he has a subtle sense of pride.Impressed with him. Some dreams are forgotten upon waking up.After a long, long time, such as more than ten years, some details are still clearly visible and become memories.

My dream will have extremely gorgeous and gorgeous colors, which are more dignified than oil paints.In the bright red sky, large white clouds passed quickly, as if it was the typhoon weather in my hometown.Take a boat and see the peacock blue river and dark green mountains.The texture of that color, as if blood spurted from the eyes.This is an abrupt but appropriate metaphor. I still remember the shape of the sky, the chimneys, the columns of smoke, one by one crossed, vertical and horizontal, as clear and vivid as watercolor.It seems to be still blowing.The sight is spectacular. A dream that has been repeated for several years is being chased and running non-stop.Always running in a place that goes back and forth, corridors, or door after door, alleyways with countless turns.I am very tired from running, but I can't stop.Maybe at that time, I had a very strong tendency of rejection and uncompromising.But later I learned that it was because of insecurity.

When I was younger, I dreamed that I jumped down from the top of the wooden stairs in the yard of my house again and again.The fear and beauty of flying.Later, many people mentioned that they had such an experience, probably because their bones were growing when they were young.People who dreamed of death in their childhood.Can't see the face clearly, don't know the origin.I saw him lying outside the door at first, then got up and knocked on the door.Confront him through the door.Know that he is a soul. Someone will record his own dreams. Jung is one, and so is a friend of mine who does rock music.He showed me his paintings, of cliffs, of horses with wings, of himself, and an alter ego standing across from him.What happens in a dream is something that cannot be encountered or even imagined in reality.It becomes a continuation beyond life.is another exciting reality.

It gives us the opportunity to see another version of ourselves in the mirror.