《美猴王雪橇、通天跳板與大江長橋》

2014年1月19日：神速黃牛與美猴王雪橇

夢到有人牽來一頭壯實的黃牛，周身駝黃，有斑駁的棕色點綴，皮質光滑、柔軟。牠走到我的右側，斜臥下身子讓我坐上去。當我側坐穩當後，牠便站起來邁步前行。一路上我並沒有感覺到任何顛簸或奔跑的震動，但抵達目的地時，我才驚覺原來這頭黃牛的速度竟然比世間任何交通工具都要快得多。目的地是一條清澈的河邊，河水不深，有大片的淺灘，那頭黃牛又伏下身子讓我下來。我順著牠的脊背輕輕撫摸那光滑的皮毛，手感很舒服。河邊此刻也站著幾個人，似乎正準備出發去某個遙遠的地方。

在前幾天的另一個夢裡：我搬到了一處連綿起伏的小丘陵地帶，到處白雪皚皚。街上有幾個年輕人在跑，我跟著他們來到了一處小高地。哇！遠處連綿起伏的山坡後面，竟然飄出了佈滿大半個天空、數不盡的巨大透明泡泡。那些泡泡就像被放大了無數倍的肥皂泡，輕盈飄逸，晶瑩剔透，在日光下帶着迷人的反光，真是美極了。天空呈現出純淨的淺藍色，無數巨大的泡泡之間還瀰漫著飛舞的雪花。屋頂上蓋滿了厚厚的積雪，樹木也全變成了銀白色的，一切的一切都太妙不可言了。那一刻，我彷彿置身於一個巨大的聖誕玻璃雪花球（Glass Snowball）之中。就在這時，一隊由聖誕白鹿拉著的雪橇劃過右邊的天空，由小變大飛馳而來，簡直就和童話裡聖誕老人坐的雪橇一模一樣。果然，雪橇上穩穩坐著一個穿著紅色聖誕老人衣服的人，可當我仔細一瞧，那紅帽子下面顯露出來的，竟然是一顆毛茸茸的猴子臉——那是一位美猴王！

2014年3月19日：老廠房的彎槓與衝刺的男孩

夢見一棟只有鋼筋水泥框架的老工業廠房或倉庫​​，有七、八層樓高。裡面既沒有常規的樓梯，也沒有電梯。唯一能讓人上樓的，是一個兩頭由強韌橡皮帶子吊著的、中央稍微向下彎曲的橫木槓子。這根木槓貼著大樓的鋼筋框架，正慢慢地、上下規律地浮動著，人們需要藉著它的彈力伸縮上下樓。

我趁著那根木槓下來的一剎那，縱身一跳，穩穩地躍了上去，雙腿懸空盪下，坐在了彎槓的中間。只覺得身子一沉，向下盪去，隨即又向上揚起。我趕緊貓起身子，以防被框架給夾住。

藉力我跳到了樓上。大約在第五或第六層上有幾個小隔間，它們並不在同一水平面上，其中一間在兩層樓的中間，沒門。我好奇地探頭往裡一瞧，只見裡面有人正急匆匆地抽走一條自製的木梯（那是一條一尺來寬、在長木板上釘了些小木橫條的簡陋梯子）。無法進入。看起來樓上為數不多、隱約現身的人，似乎全都是受過傷殘的男人。

來到大樓外面，眼前呈現出一片綿延的草坡，坡度左高右低，山坡頂上矗立著一棟建築物。這時，一個瘦弱的男孩（其實看起來比普通男孩要稍微年長、成熟一些）出現在視野裡。他正努力地往坡上衝，看著他吃力地往上衝，沒成功，跌退了下來。但他沒有放棄，又繼續衝，又退下來。眼見他有一次幾乎就要成功攀上那片比較平坦的高地時，那瀕臨體能極限的最後一個大跨步，卻令他整個身體搖搖欲墜，看起來無比可憐。果然，他再度踉踉蹌蹌地倒退了下來。

此時他全身已經沾滿了泥濘，可他依然衝上去、摔下來，再衝上去、又重重地摔下來。跌倒、爬起，再跌倒、再爬起，反反覆覆地、頑強地、繼續著。那一刻，我的憐憫之心，漸漸被對他那份堅韌不屈的敬佩所代替。

這時我才注意到，原來他每一次看似慘烈的失敗，都在他的身體裡聚集起了更大的勢能！這使得他的每一次重新衝刺，都比上一次衝得更高。當然，每次摔下來的時候也一次比一次慘烈，倒退的距離也一次比一次遠。

就在他最後一次踉踉蹌蹌、大步向後倒退時，他的腳後跟猛地踩到了一條隱藏在草皮下、極具彈性的泥濘木板——濕漉漉的草皮深處，竟然橫臥著一條神祕的跳板！當他剛在木板上站穩，恰逢那條跳板往上彈起之時。剎那間聚集起來的能量，使他一下子快速地衝上了草坡頂端！我快步跟過去一看，只見那片草坡在大樓後面無限延伸著，而且地勢變得又高又陡峭，直插雲霄，隱隱有通天之勢。而那位頑強不屈的男孩，這一次終於再也沒有跌落下來。在天際的盡頭，幾個不知從哪裡驟然出現的神祕人影，伸出手拉了他一把，帶他進入了光芒之中。

2014年12月20日：大樓頂層的PS特技與大江長橋

夢到在一所大學的老校區教學樓裡當管理員。那裡剛剛整理好的大廳與過道，可大門總是被學生們推開，他們大大咧咧地走進來，穿過整個樓層。我心裡想著去把大門關上，那裡有好幾扇落地大玻璃門，可往往是這裡剛剛關上，那裡卻又被學生們推開了，到最後我也索性聽之任之、放任不管了。

走出去，才發覺原來這座校園是那麼的開闊美麗，到處都是古老而莊重的歷史建築。在教學大樓的後面，竟然有一個劇組正在拍電影，滾滾的人工濃霧遮擋住了被拍攝的大樓樓頂。樓頂的那一部分竟然被凭空「取」了下來，畫面感完全就像是現代電腦軟體裡的Photoshop（PS）摳圖手法，神奇極了。

再往前走幾步，眼前豁然開朗，出現一條大江，江水浩浩蕩蕩，大江裡面有無數條肥美的鯽魚正在歡快地躍出水面（我想那應該不是鯉魚，因為鯉魚是紅色的，而夢裡的魚不是）。隨後，我準備橫跨那座飛架在大江之上的長橋。那不是一座現代化的鋼筋鋼橋，而是一座散發著歷史厚重感的古老長橋。還沒等我邁步踏上橋面，我便醒了。

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The Monkey King's Sleigh, the Celestial Trampoline, and the Great River Bridge

January 19, 2014: The Golden Ox and the Monkey King’s Sleigh

I dreamed that someone led a sturdy ox toward me; its hide was a rich camel-yellow adorned with mottled patches of brown, its skin remarkably smooth and soft to the touch. It approached my right side, kneeling gracefully to let me mount. The moment I was seated sideways and stabilized, it arose and began to glide forward. I felt absolutely zero jolting or rapid running during the transit; yet, upon arriving at our destination, I realized this ox moved significantly faster than any modern mode of transportation. Our destination was a riverbank where the water was shallow, framing a vast expanse of pebbled shoals. The ox knelt once more, allowing me to dismount. I caressed its hide along its spine, enjoying the immensely comforting texture of its coat. A few individuals stood gathered by the water, seemingly preparing to embark on a journey to some distant realm.

A few nights prior, in another dream: I had relocated to an area of rolling, miniature hills, blanketed entirely in pristine white snow. A few youths were sprinting down the street, and I followed them up to a small, elevated plateau. Turning around to look back—wow! From behind the undulating ridges of the distant mountains arose countless massive, transparent bubbles that filled more than half the sky. Resembling magnified soap bubbles, they were airy, graceful, and crystal clear, reflecting the light in iridescent prisms; it was breathtakingly beautiful. The sky was a pale, crisp blue, and between the colossal bubbles, a dance of delicate snowflakes drifted through the air. The rooftops were heavily capped with snow, and the trees were turned a brilliant, shimmering silver—everything felt entirely enchanting. I felt precisely as though I had been placed inside a massive, exquisite glass snow-globe. Suddenly, a sleigh pulled by white reindeers soared across the right side of the sky, growing from a tiny speck into a grand vision, looking exactly like Santa Claus’s magical sleigh. Sure enough, a figure clad in Santa's signature crimson robes sat inside, but as I peered closely beneath the red hat, the face that emerged was covered in fur—it was a Monkey King!

March 19, 2014: The Soaring Trampoline and the Unyielding Climber

I dreamed of an old industrial factory or warehouse consisting of nothing but a bare reinforced concrete framework, about seven or eight stories high. Inside, there were absolutely no conventional staircases or elevators. The sole mechanism for reaching the upper floors was a slightly sagging wooden crossbar, suspended at both ends by heavy, high-tension rubber bands, floating slowly and rhythmically up and down against the building's skeleton. One had to masterfully harness its immense elastic recoil to ascend.

Seizing the exact microsecond the bar floated down to its lowest point, I leap onto it, sitting in the middle with my legs swinging below. I felt my body sink and swing downwards, then rise upwards again. I curled my body, crouching low to prevent myself from being crushed or pinned by the passing steel framing during the ascent.

Harnessing this momentum, I vaulted onto the upper decks. Around the fifth or sixth floor, a few bizarrely structured cubicles were scattered across uneven levels; one particular room hung suspended halfway between two floors and possessed no front door. I peeked my head inside, only to see someone frantically pulling away a makeshift wooden ladder—a crude device about a foot wide, constructed of a long wooden plank with tiny crossbars nailed onto it. The room was entirely inaccessible, and from what I could gather, the few shadowy figures drifting across these upper levels appeared to be disabled or wounded men.

Stepping outside the framework, a sprawling grassy slope presented itself, elevated high on the left and slanting lower on the right, capped at the summit by a solemn building. Just then, a frail-looking boy (though in reality, he appeared a bit older and more mature than a typical boy) materialized in the arena. He was channeling every ounce of his remaining strength, desperately sprinting up the steep incline. I watched him trudge furiously upward, at the half way up, losing his footing and tumbling back down the slop. Yet, he refused to surrender; he pushed himself up and charged the slope again, only to be ruthlessly repelled once more. At one point, he seemed on the absolute precipice of conquering the flat high ground, but that final, lunging stride at the very limit of his physical endurance left his entire frame rocking and swaying. He looked deeply pitiable. Sure enough, his balance shattered, and he came stumbling and staggering backward all the way down to the base.

Now completely slicked in thick mud, he charged up and crashed down, charged up and slammed down again. Fall and rise, fall and rise—over and over, with a stubborn, fierce, unyielding resolve, he continued this brutal cycle of assault. Gradually, the pity in my heart was entirely overwritten by a profound, towering sense of awe for his resilience.

It was only then that I caught a shocking realization: every single catastrophic failure was actually accumulating a massive pocket of kinetic potential energy inside his body! This meant that each subsequent charge shot him significantly higher and further up the hill than the last. Consequently, each fall grew increasingly brutal, and each backward stumble carried him further away from the crest.

During his final, staggering backward retreat, his heel slammed directly onto a mud-slicked, highly elastic plank hidden deep within the grass—a secret trampoline buried beneath the soaking sod. The exact microsecond he stabilized his footing upon it coincided perfectly with the plank's upward snap. The colossal, accumulated energy violently amplified his physical resilience and stamina, enabling him to rapidly dash up the slope with his own two feet, charging clean onto the summit! I scrambled up behind him to investigate, only to find that the grassy slope extended infinitely behind the building, transforming into a towering, vertical cliff that pierced the heavens with an absolute majesty. This time, that unyielding boy never fell back down. At the absolute edge of the horizon, a few mysterious silhouettes materialized out of the clouds, extending their hands to gently lift him over the crest and into the light.

December 20, 2014: The Photoshop Film Set and the Bridge Over the River

I dreamed that I was working as a facilities administrator inside an old campus lecture hall at a university. We had just neatly arranged the grand central hall and corridors, yet the main doors were continuously pushed open by swelling crowds of students wandering carelessly through the floors. I intended to shut the doors—there were several floor-to-ceiling glass panels—but every time I sealed one section, another door would be swung open by the students. Eventually, I resigned myself to it and decided to just let them be.

Stepping outside, I realized that the university campus was so beautiful, lined everywhere with ancient, stately historic architecture. Behind the main lecture building, a film crew was busily shooting a movie; rolling clouds of artificial mist completely shrouded the roof of the structure. I watched as the rooftop section was cleanly "extracted" and removed—the technique perfectly mirrored the digital cutting-and-pasting of modern Photoshop (PS) software. It was spectacular.

Walking a few paces further, the panorama split open to reveal a magnificent, roaring river. The currents surged with a tremendous volume, and within the waters, a countless multitude of plump crucian carp were joyfully leaping out of the surface (I knew they weren't carp, as carp are crimson, and the fish in my dream were not). Following this, I was preparing to cross a bridge spanning across the great river. It was not a sterile, modern steel structure, but an ancient, majestic long bridge radiating the heavy patina of history. Before my feet could even touch the surface of the bridge deck, I awoke in absolute tranquility.

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