Chapter 12 Eighty-second night dreaming grass

In ancient times, many successful people always liked to flaunt their differences. The most common description was that they had been arranged by God to do what they wanted to do before they were born. These legends directly showed that their mothers could always do something before they were pregnant. There are all kinds of strange dreams, for example, Shun's mother dreamed that she ate the earth giant's soil and cherished Shun, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty Liu Zhi was not born, and his mother, Mrs. Wang, also said that she dreamed of embracing the sun in her arms.When Sun Jian's wife was pregnant with Sun Ce and Sun Quan brothers, they also dreamed of the moon and sun in their arms. Of course, when I was young, I would naturally ask my mother what I dreamed about when I was pregnant, but the answer was very disappointing. My mother thought for a long time. Just answering that I often dream of eating braised pork feet.

It's no wonder that mothers in those days couldn't even eat a few eggs when they were pregnant. But dreams are indeed very magical things. The most famous one is of course the Duke of Zhou who interpreted dreams. In the Zhou Dynasty there was also a special dream interpreter. "Zhou Li. Chunguan. Zhanmeng" says: "When Zhanmeng is in charge of his age, he observes the meeting of heaven and earth, distinguishes the qi of yin and yang, and uses the sun, moon and stars to predict the good and bad of six dreams. Regarding the formation of dreams, most people think that it is the soul. Wandering away from the body is the experience of the soul, and death is the permanent departure of the soul from the body.

What is six dreams? In "Zhou Li", dreams are divided into positive dreams, nightmares, thinking dreams, bad dreams, happy dreams, and fearful dreams. Dreaming is quite taboo. It is said that the ancients were very particular about sleeping. For example, the pillow should be higher, for "sleeping at ease." It is best to sleep on your side, and it is taboo to open your mouth and face up.The south head lies in spring, the west head lies in autumn, and the north head lies in winter.Before going to bed, it is best to have a clear mind and few desires, think less and think less, and naturally you will not dream, and Buddhism believes that dreams represent people's desires, and dreams are more complicated, which is not good for practitioners. They often use chanting scriptures many times Forbidden dreams, or simply do not allow yourself to sleep soundly, and read scriptures all night.

And what I want to tell is a story about a dream interpreter. The dream-accounting officer belongs to the Ministry of Rites, the highest is Taibu, and the lower is the dream-accounting official, mostly to solve the royal family's dreams or astrological changes. With the passage of time, this ancient work has almost disappeared, just like the companions followed the sound of the Forbidden City, the imperial dining room of the palace was lost to the people, and the pampered dreamer has to think about his own livelihood, and I It turned out that there is a person in this city who makes a living by divining dreams.

This kind of person is often not much different from a swindler in the market, but the truth is exactly the same. There is always a thin line between truth and lies, absurdity and reality. If they are so easy to distinguish, there will be no so many troubles. If traitors are loyal, masters and liars are naturally indistinguishable to ordinary people like me with naked eyes. Of course, on my way to see him, I was still skeptical about such a thing. This strange man lives in a slum, and our favorite ironic sentence for fortune tellers is: "Since you are so accurate, why don't you calculate your own fate better?" And I naturally had this idea, But since you're here, you won't lose anything if you see it.

The young man with a dirty face chasing around shyly hides in the corner when he sees a stranger, looking at me with his head poised and his eyes wide open like a frightened little rabbit, the old man who collects rags, and the old man leaning on a trailer Everything seems to be very familiar, and I seem to have returned to the place where I lived in my childhood, but twenty years later, these places seem to have never changed. This dreamer, who is called Lao Ye by everyone, is very famous in this area, and he can tell a lot of stories about Lao Ye if you ask anyone. It's just that when everyone heard that I was going to look for him now, they all shook their heads and said no. They said they wanted to look for Lao Ye, and it was best to go after dark.

Of course, I was even more curious, and regardless of everyone's dissuasion, I came to Lao Ye's residence - a brick house with a courtyard, which is rare in this area, with blue bricks and white tiles, clean as clean, and the surrounding wooden sheds are as low as firewood There is a very strong contrast between the house and the house. There are some potted plants on the right side of the courtyard, but it is quite strange. There is only black soil in the clay pot, and nothing is planted. The owner must have not decided yet. A cat with black and white eyes and fur is napping at the door.

I walked over carefully and opened the wooden door of the fence. With a creak, the cat seemed to be awakened and raised its head vigilantly, but its body remained lying down, and it looked at me with its eyes wide open. When I gradually walked into the gate with the handle of the cat, the cat suddenly bowed and stretched backwards, and then jumped up suddenly. Waist, facing me, the sound of the throat reminds me of a rattlesnake before it is about to attack its prey.And its eyes look weird, but I can't tell. I had no choice but to stay where I was, and shouted at the door.Not long after, the door opened, and a figure came out. He was in his forties, full of beards, wide forehead and eyebrows, a nose and wide mouth, and a square face. Although he was not very tall, he was quite strong and burly. He squatted down, Picking up the unfriendly cat by the neck, like lifting a wool quilt, the cat suddenly became much more honest.

"Stop messing around." The middle-aged man patted the cat's butt lightly, and then ignored it, and the cat walked aside knowingly and continued to sleep. "Come in." The man didn't even look at me, he lowered his head and patted his sleeve—it was full of greasy, almost translucent oil shells, and walked into the room on his own, of course I also followed in. There is a faint smell of tea and fresh wood in the room. All the furniture seems to have never been painted, retaining the original bright yellow tone. The walls are white, as if they have just been painted. I took a wooden stool, It was still waxed, and it was as smooth as glass in the hand.Sitting at the coffee table, Lao Ye quickly brought two cups of tea.A large wooden bed was placed against the wall, about one meter high.The bed was covered with a white towel quilt, and the front was raised high, which seemed to be something like a pillow.

Lao Ye invited me to drink tea, sat down, stood up and said that for divination, you need to take a bath and change clothes. After that, he walked into the inner room, and not long after, he heard the sound of water coming from inside again, and after waiting for a while, Lao Ye came out. This time it was very different from before, with a clean face, straight chest and back, wearing a long gown that was similar to a Taoist robe but with a white face, and only a gossip was printed on the chest. "Dreams are secrets, and dream interpreters are unlucky, so there are fewer and fewer people in our business, and I also look at dreams. I can tell you about ordinary and innocuous things, but it is a matter of life and death, so I will stop talking. I hope you can Forgive me." Lao Ye suddenly bowed to me, and then stood in front of me.

"Actually, I don't want to interpret dreams, let alone know about the future, but I want to hear from Mr. Ye who has interpreted so many dreams, and if anything unusual happened." I tried to be cautious in my words. Lao Ye rolled his eyeballs up a few times. "Of course there is, but I'm afraid you won't believe it." "I haven't said it in detail, why don't you believe it." I laughed. "In this case, let me tell you." Lao Ye knew that I was not here to interpret dreams, but felt a little relieved. He took off his shoes and sat upright on the wooden bed with his legs crossed. "Dream interpretation and dream divination are not the same. Dream interpretation is to help people interpret dreams, but dream divination is different. It is someone who comes to ask us questions. We rely on our own dreams to get results, just like fortune tellers rely on drawing lots or turtle shell copper coins. There is a reason why dream interpretation is nothing special, but dream interpretation is not so easy. Just a few years ago, a young man with the appearance of a businessman came to me. He had a haggard face and dark circles under his eyes. I knew he was disturbed by dreams. Sure enough, he told me that he had been having nightmares, but when he woke up I can't remember what I dreamed, so I dare not sleep until now, and for a long time, the business can't go on. Naturally, I found me from a friend, hoping that I can help him. I asked him to sleep on my bed while smoking sandalwood, and then sat and watched him. Sure enough, after a short while he fell asleep, he began to sweat, and then grabbed his clothes on his chest, his face was pale, and he must not be frightened at this time To wake him up, you can only shake his body slightly, or press his nails on his center or squeeze his thumb to restore his sanity. The man woke up and told me he had another nightmare, but he still couldn't remember what it was about.I don't know what I dreamed, this is how I interpret dreams, this is the first time I have helped people interpret so many times.But I was already prepared. When Lao Ye said this, he suddenly stopped smiling mysteriously, patted the wooden bed under him with his palm, and lifted the bed up. To my surprise, it turns out that this wooden bed is very strange, as if it was designed for the human body. The raised part is not a pillow, but a raised piece of the bed itself. The whole bed is integrated, and it looks like a Like an upside-down spoon, so weird.And beside the bed was a pottery basin buried in slow soil, which was exactly the same as the one in the yard. "This is called a dream bed. It is made of very rare wood. The dreams of all the people who lie on the bed will be recorded. And when I lie on it, I can see the dream of the previous person repeatedly. So I don’t paint it, and this is an ancestral treasure that is unique to the Zhanmeng family.” I oh, I can't think of such a magical thing. "However, if I knew what happened later, I would definitely not lie down." Lao Ye's words trembled, as if there was something difficult to say, he took a sip from his teacup before continuing. "As you may know, the dreamer is the opposite. The so-called flat dreamer is evil, and the dream is inauspicious. When I fell asleep and closed my eyes, I saw a piece of white, and then something like a ball of cotton snowballed away. It grew bigger and bigger, and the whole place was quickly filled with it, and I gradually couldn't breathe, but fortunately I was still sane, so I quickly jumped out of bed. There are two kinds of dreams, one is the dream of deep sleep, that is As the saying goes, sleep is very dead, and the other is unsettled dreams, that is, dreams that happen to take a nap. The latter is easy to wake up, but the dreams are not reliable, so there are rules for occupying dreams, the so-called five do not occupy , that is, the five kinds of dreams are not divination, and the unsettled dream is one of them, and what I saw in bed is this kind, so I can wake up quickly. Now that I saw the dream of the young man, it seemed to be easy to solve, but it was still very strange, so I had to investigate the young man secretly—some people, they come to me to interpret dreams, but they don’t tell the truth and hide the inside story, because There are rules in divining dreams and interpreting dreams. They are afraid of offending people, so they have many taboos, so I have to understand clearly. Sure enough, although the young man was not very old, the company was very lively. It must have been done in a wrong way, but I couldn't find out why, so I had to tell him to rest in peace and not to worry too much. The young man left dissatisfied. I thought the matter was over, but I didn't expect it to happen to me in the end. The so-called eagle-fighter made the eagle peck his eyes. When Lao Ye said this, he seemed to be touched. "After that, I started to dream like a young man, and I woke up sweating profusely, but I couldn't remember what I dreamed, and I began to lose weight and lack energy. I had to go to the young man instead, and it turned out that I was told that this man had gone mad. I went to see him, but he was also full of nonsense. When I was about to turn back in frustration, the young man seemed to recognize me, grabbed my sleeve and shouted. 'Come on, come on, you're coming soon, you won't be able to wake up sooner or later! After finishing speaking, he went crazy on his own side. I began to realize that it was not good, but there was no way to crack it. It seemed that this thing was like an infectious disease, and it actually dragged me down.In the next few days, I searched all over the ancient books, but there was no solution, and some of my masters did not dare to realize my dream for me, and I suddenly found that I was sleeping and dreaming for longer and longer, and my sleep was getting more and more dead. Fortunately, there is no end to the road, and I saw a passage in a notebook left by my father that was almost sold by me. 'The dreamer, the soul is also, if you can't wake up from the dream, then the soul won't return, if you look at it as if you are awake, but it is actually a dream in the dream, it is a dream. ' My father's message reminded me that dreams are like water in a bag, and a person's soul is like that bag.Dreaming every day is like filling a bag with water. Ordinary people wake up from sleep and their dreams will dissipate. However, if the dreams cannot be released and piled up, they will grow bigger and bigger like pregnancy, and eventually the invisible dreams will become real. Capture the soul, and this person will never wake up, and his life will be replaced by a dream. The so-called seemingly awake is actually still in the dream, that is, he has gone crazy like a young man. Although I know the result, I still don't know the cause, and it doesn't help at all. After a few days, I will still become a madman and never wake up. For the rest of the day, I closed the door to thank guests, determined to find out what the crazy young man had done. Sure enough, although I didn't find anything about his business, I knew about his family situation. He was originally an ordinary white-collar employee, and his success depended on the marriage of the boss's daughter, and he didn't know whether to say it was luck or misfortune. His father-in-law died of a heart attack shortly after marriage, and the young man took over the management All industries, so it's no wonder that the business is so big, and his wife doesn't know why she suddenly became paralyzed due to drug allergies and became a vegetable.After the young man went mad, she still received good care-it was a sum of money left by her father for his daughter, so the poor woman was still alive in the hospital. I went to visit as a friend. As soon as I entered, I felt that the ward was familiar, with white walls and white ceilings, sheets, and quilts. The black and thin woman lay flat on the bed, her whole body was covered with catheters, her arms were covered with black blood clots that had not been moved for a long time, and her face was thin and frighteningly thin, almost like a skull covered in human skin.Only a pair of protruding eyeballs remained in the deep-set eye sockets. I began to feel that young people and my illness had something to do with her. Because I saw this woman's eyeballs were moving rapidly. Could it be that she has been dreaming since she was paralyzed and disappeared?In fact, she was just in a deep sleep? It turned out that it was not that the dream of me and the young man could not be released, but that the dream of this woman had entered our body and accumulated. The number of dreams of one person would be so many that it would be difficult to release, let alone the dreams of two people. The young man After all, he has broken through the critical point, like a balloon full of water, if he keeps adding more, it will burst. The dream has exceeded the part of his real life, so he is crazy. This woman is like a dream machine, feeding a steady stream of nightmares into our heads, but what should I do now. Could it be that the machine is turned off?All I have to do is move a finger and it's over. Of course I would not do this, let alone the blame of conscience, the entire ward is monitored by cameras. Now that I have found the source, I naturally have the solution of being a dream interpreter for generations. "Lao Ye smiled again, and pointed to the clay pot on the bedside. "You may think that nothing is planted here, but you are wrong. This is called Huaimengcao. It does not come out during the day, but only at night. It is like a dandelion, but its color is bright red. You can sleep with it It can be used to predict the good and bad luck of dreams, which is very effective.” "Well, I know that." I nodded. "But you don't know one more thing. Huaimengcao does not rely on water or fertilizer to grow. It relies on absorbing people's dreams. Before going to bed, put it next to the bed. When you wake up, you will find that you have no dreams. I did it. So, I put this in a pot for that woman and me." Lao Ye put the clay pot on the ground, and I really didn't see anything special about it. "Afterwards, I didn't have that dream anymore, but what was even more strange was that the woman woke up and found me after she recovered. She said she saw me in a dream and thanked me for curing her illness.She also said that she was harmed by her husband and took medicine that she could not take by mistake. Now she has regained her inheritance rights and wants to marry me. After marrying a wife, the two will naturally come together. "Lao Ye smiled heartily again. "Not bad." I was also very happy. "Since you're here, it proves that we're all destined, so I'll give you a pot of Dream Grass." After speaking, Lao Ye returned to the yard, and I followed. The previous cat was meowing around Lao Ye's heels, which seemed quite unfriendly, but Lao Ye petted it and murmured to himself, "He is a good person, a destined person, don't be stingy." I thanked you for the magic pot of grass and left the house. Before leaving, Lao Ye was still holding my hand, and repeatedly asked to see him more. After speaking, he went in with the cat in his arms. Before I went in, the cat looked at me, and I found that the cat had only one eye, and the other one was wide open, motionless, and the fake eye like a glass bead was lifeless at all. I was holding Huaimengcao on the way back, and suddenly remembered that something was wrong, since that rich woman married Lao Ye, why does he still live here? Maybe it's because money can't change the living habits that Lao Ye has cultivated for many years? When I walked out of that slum, an old woman who seemed to be gossiping took my hand and asked me mysteriously if it was from Lao Ye. Of course I answered yes. "You don't know, he's gone crazy. He's been crazy for many years. It seems that he picked up a cat, and he's crazy. During the day, he always tells others that he married a rich widow. Everyone thinks he's pitiful. He often I came to take care of him, and never mentioned that he was crazy, but what's even more strange is that Lao Ye returned to normal at night, and didn't remember anything during the day, so we only went to him at night to interpret his dreams, and he also Not much to say, just send out a leaf to each of us and ask us to sleep with it, so that we can calculate good luck, not to mention, it is really effective." The old woman's words surprised me, I looked at the potted plant in my hand, He said thank you repeatedly, and then hurried back to the newspaper office. I was eager to go back not because I was afraid, but because I wanted to check something. Sure enough, there was a news a few years ago that the wife of a young wealthy businessman had an allergic reaction after taking the medicine and fell down and was blinded by the corner of the table and fell into a deep coma. The young businessman also went crazy soon. I found the woman again according to the address, and it was already night when I arrived at the hospital. She was lying on the hospital bed with her right eye blind, as described by Lao Ye, no, she was actually thinner, like a pair of root carvings, and all the purple-black blood vessels crawled all over her exposed body parts like maggots. The snow-white hospital gown was worn on her dark skin due to blood stasis, like a black and white cat. There was a potted plant in front of the hospital bed, and the pottery pot was so familiar. A special plant bloomed in the pot, bright red like blood, shaped like a cattail, facing the woman. I saw the woman's remaining eyeballs moving rapidly. Suddenly, I had an impulse. I knew that the intensive care unit had video surveillance, but I still walked over unconsciously. I got closer and closer to that woman, and my eyeballs rolled more and more. A trembling hand stretched out, and I didn't know what I was doing, because I suddenly had a strange idea of ​​what those rolling eyes looked like. My fingers were very close to the rough and wrinkled eyelids. When I was about to touch it, the power went out. After a moment of panic, I calmed down and wanted to take out my phone to take a picture. But I found that there was an extra light source directly in front of me. No, it was not so much a light source as it was a faint green eye with big pupils, like a cat's. But only one. Then there was a piercing meow, which was definitely not the sound of a cat in spring, because the voice was mixed with a female-specific high-pitched and shrill. After the long and uninterrupted screams, the power was restored, and I was sweating profusely, and found that the woman was still lying on the hospital bed, and that eye was still flying. Walking out of the ward, I thought of Lao Ye again, maybe he was also hugging that tabby cat, lying on the dream bed. I can't tell what is a dream and what is reality. But I'll go home and see if sleeping with that plant actually leads to a good night's sleep and a dreamless night.