Chapter 6 entrance of dreams

My head rested on the pillow, and the neck began to relax, then the shoulders and arms, sleepy like a mink, lightly crawled over my waist, and then my feet, I was about to fall asleep, in the deep night.Supported by a pillow, I surrender myself to sleep and to the unpredictable dream. I got a pillow once for my birthday when I was in my own light blues and couldn't sleep well.My friend holding the pillow said, "Change a pillow, maybe I can sleep better." I nodded in her kindness and started changing the pillow.I took off the pillowcase, and suddenly saw the yellow-brown stains on the lining of the pillow that had been used for a while. These are the tears I shed.Before going to bed, during that blank time, many grievances and pains caused by love slowly surrounded me, so my face was pressed against the pillow, my tears poured out from the corners of my eyes, and the pillow silently sucked them away I shed my tears, but left these shocking scars.I embraced the pillow that was about to be discarded with an unprecedented subtle and complicated mood.

In the legend of Tang Dynasty, Cui Yingying, accompanied by her maidservant matchmaker, went to the West Wing for a private meeting with Zhang Sheng. The matchmaker first sent Yingying's pillow to wake up Zhang Sheng who was sleeping. Leaning on that pillow, I thought I was dreaming.Women who have an affair have to bring their own pillows, which shows how private and personal items they are.There is another story in the legendary novel, called, It is about a scholar who was trekking on the road to fame in the imperial examination. He met a Taoist priest in a hotel and borrowed him a pillow for sleeping. There was a hole in the pillow. The scholar stared at him , the hole was getting bigger and bigger, and he actually got in, and then he was admitted to the imperial examinations, and he rose to the top.The entrance of a dream turns out to be a pillow.

In middle age, it is inevitable to suffer from a little back pain. My friend Ruirui followed the doctor's advice and decided to abandon the feather pillow she had used for several years and replace it with a high-density latex pillow.I asked her if I could go to her house for a pillow fight someday.Seeing children in Hollywood movies, grabbing pillows and hitting each other, white feathers flying all over the sky, it feels like heaven.When we were young, we didn't fight pillow fights. I slept on tea pillows, and every time I turned my side, I could hear the sound of dry tea leaves being crushed. When I just used it, I could still smell a faint tea fragrance.When I was in elementary school, I often had nosebleeds, and my face would bleed all over my face even in the middle of the night. My mother used mung bean shells to make pillows after hearing people say that mung bean shells can clear the fire and sleep well.Neither tea pillows nor mung bean shells seem to be suitable for pillow fights, and my dream of heaven has never been realized.After hearing this, Rarity frowned and asked me: "Feathers are flying all over the sky, don't you have allergies and sneezing?" Well, this is another worry of middle-aged people, and there are more and more things to which people are allergic.

Rarity told me a sad story that day about how her mother still kept her father's pillow on her bed, years after he betrayed and left.Once when she went into the bedroom, she saw her mother hugging her father's pillow and falling asleep. She suddenly felt terrified. How can one person hopelessly love another person so long and passionately?I listened to what she said, and was thinking about how to comfort her. She suddenly smiled and told me that the pillow should only have two functions: "Pillow on the waist to make love, and pillow on the head to dream".I know that consolation is not necessary for her at all.

I put my face against the pillow, sniffing my own scent, just entering from here, a fresh dream.In my dream, I have loved and been loved by many people. I shed tears in parting, and sighed happily in hugs. Only when I wake up do I realize that this is real life.