2020年8月13日：流星雨與鬧鐘預言
做了一個夢，跟我一起去一個偏遠地區的幾個朋友，在我一覺醒來後不見了。我問當地人，說他們已經離開了。我很懊惱當地人怎麼不叫醒我，也怨一起來的朋友沒叫我一塊兒走。將要去哪兒都不知道。
當地人昨晚還對我們很友好的呢，她們給我的感覺是老實、質樸，但是一覺醒來卻對我變得不誠實了呢。
當即我也在懊惱中真正的醒來，一看我設置的3：50的鬧鐘時間已過，已經是4點多了。原來我設置鬧鐘時應該設置是AM的，卻搞錯了在PM上。這個夢提醒我已經睡過頭了。
上到露台上，或者是4：24了，沒人。空姐說是今天早上要來看流星雨的，因為昨天她去了太早，沒有看到。
露台上的燈沒亮，昨天是早上4：22滅掉的，也不知今天是到時間滅了，還是從昨天滅了之後就沒亮過。
湖面上很寧靜，水天相接處也沒有船隻的燈光。漫天的星星，只要我注意看牠，牠就對我一眨一眨地打招呼。
第一顆流星出現在4：26，以後依次是：4：30，4：35，4：38，4：41，4：43，4：44，4：47，4：56，5：13。
2020年8月31日：三代時空與不鏽鋼鑰匙
前天早上的夢蠻有意思的。夢中的家在一棟樓房的一樓，抱西北角。胡笳要拍廣告性質的照片，正好有一個西方小姑娘從北窗前過，金髮、純真、可愛，手裡拿著一小束花草，記得有狗尾巴草。正好符合廣告畫面，我們就叫她站在窗前的草地上給我們做模特兒。
我們來到草地上，胡笳著手拍片，我也突然想拍幾張，就走進樓去想取手機來。走廊裡，家門半開著，從門口往裡看，屋子裡擺設都不認識了，窗簾、桌布、床上用品都是白色的，像是病房。納悶兒怎麼不一會兒家就變了，於是朝走廊的另外一頭走去，心想也許家在那頭吧。
不知怎的沒找到家，就出了樓，進出口不是同一個。出了樓就覺得環境很陌生。心想轉一圈吧，圍繞大樓轉一圈總會找到胡笳的，他正給小姑娘拍照呢。
往樓的左側一瞧，哇！好幽靜的去處，眼前是一大片古代的荒蕪地帶，荒蕪並不感到肅殺、蕭條。不見人煙，遠近卻有三四道籬笆，與院子入口處帶著小小雨棚的柴扉。是那種粗細不均的樹枝幹圍成的籬笆，不見門扇，也許是都敞著所以看不見門。整個區域古朴、清淡、自然，基調土黃、天空清灰，給人的感覺是一片久遠、久遠、久遠年代的地方。
很想去看看，但是目前我只能先圍繞大樓轉一圈，找人要緊。樓在身後右側。心想只要圍著樓轉就走不丟了。
向右沒走幾步，場景開始鮮亮起來，有了色彩，還有人走動，都是洋人，但也都是質樸的人，有點像荷蘭繪畫大師倫勃朗（Rembrandt）或維米爾（Vermeer）畫中的人物。
這時發覺我正繞圈的大樓變成了一條街，根本就沒向右拐的路，也就是說我已經轉不回去了。心想還有一招就是按原路退回去。
正想著怎麼辦，往右一看，發覺已經来到了一個大大的街心廣場邊緣，遠處廣場上感覺有中心噴泉水池，還有不少花崗岩雕像，高大威武超現實，那尺寸要比正常的雕像要高四五倍，要仰頭看，才能看全。
剛來得及看了一眼一個十多米開外 的石獅子，昂首、挺拔，表面刀削斧砍沒有弧線，感覺有些抽象，它是離我最近的雕像。正想走近細細觀賞，不知怎麼覺得好困，不知不覺就已經在廣場邊緣躺了下來。
突然感覺身下有動靜，發覺我正躺在一個地面有拼縫的地方，裡面那部分似乎是圓形的，十米開外的地面中間有一個不規則缺口。空中有一個與缺口相對應的不鏽鋼樣的金屬條彎曲成的「鑰匙」往下降，說是鑰匙但不是常人中的鑰匙形狀，如果那鑰匙碰到了地面上的「鎖」也就是那個缺口，一定會嚴絲合縫的。
這時好像有路人提醒，說是趕快往邊上稍稍。我立刻向外側滾了一下離開那條縫隙，地面動靜大了點兒，感覺如果那鑰匙碰到鎖，地面就會被啟動、或升或降。有點恐怖呢。
就在那鑰匙剛要伸進鎖眼的一瞬間，我突然從恍惚中醒來。
奇怪的夢，有東方的古代場景，有西方16～17世紀中的人物，又有超級宏偉的未知地方。
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The Missed Alarm, a Meteor Shower, and the Rembrandt Labyrinth
August 13, 2020: Somatic Alarm Clock
I had a dream: several friends who had traveled with me to a remote region vanished the moment I awoke. I questioned the locals, who informed me they had already departed. I felt immense frustration at the locals for failing to wake me, and resented my companions for leaving without taking me along. I had absolutely no idea where they were headed.
The locals had been incredibly friendly to us just the night before, giving me an impression of honesty and rustic simplicity; yet, upon waking, how had they suddenly become deceitful toward me?
Marooned in this frustration, I suddenly snapped awake in reality. Glancing at my clock, the 3:50 AM alarm I had set had already passed; it was already after 4:00 AM. As it turned out, when setting the alarm, I should have selected AM, but accidentally left it on PM. This dream was a literal warning that I had overslept.
Stepping out onto the terrace, it was already 4:24 AM; no one was there. The flight attendant had mentioned she was coming to watch the meteor shower this morning because she had gone out too early yesterday and missed it.
The lights on the terrace remained unlit; yesterday they had shut off at 4:22 AM, and I didn't know if they had shut off on schedule today or if they had simply failed to illuminate at all since yesterday.
The lake's surface was incredibly serene, and no boat lights flared along the horizon where the water met the sky. The sky was densely packed with stars; whenever I focused my attention on one, it would blink back at me in greeting.
The first shooting star materialized at 4:26 AM, followed in succession by: 4:30, 4:35, 4:38, 4:41, 4:43, 4:44, 4:47, 4:56, and 5:13 AM.
August 31, 2020: Three-Era Labyrinth
The dream from the morning before last was quite fascinating. In the dream, our home was situated on the first floor of a building, occupying the northwest corner. Hu Jia intended to shoot some promotional advertisements, and just then, a young Western girl walked past our north window. She was blonde, pure, and adorable, holding a small bouquet of wildflowers and grass—I vividly remember it contained foxtail grass. It matched the advertisement composition perfectly, so we called out, asking her to stand on the lawn before the window to act as our model.
We stepped out onto the grass, and as Hu Jia commenced the shoot, I suddenly desired to capture a few photos myself, so I walked back into the building to retrieve my mobile phone.
Inside the corridor, our apartment door stood ajar. Peeking inside from the threshold, I failed to recognize any of the furnishings; the curtains, tablecloths, and bedding were entirely white, resembling a hospital ward. Bewildered by how our home had transformed in a mere fraction of a moment, I walked toward the opposing end of the corridor, thinking perhaps our actual home lay down that way.
Somehow, I failed to locate our apartment and exited the building; the entrance and exit were not the same. The moment I cleared the structure, the surroundings felt completely unfamiliar.
I figured I would walk a full circle around the perimeter; by tracing the building, I would bound to rediscover Hu Jia, as he was still outside photographing the young girl.
Glancing toward the left side of the building—wow! What an incredibly serene sanctuary. Spread before my eyes was a massive expanse of an ancient, desolate wilderness, yet the desolation felt neither harsh nor bleak. There was zero sign of human habitation, yet near and far stood three or four rows of fences, alongside a rustic brushwood gate capped with a tiny awning at a courtyard entrance. The fences were constructed of unevenly thick tree trunks and branches; no actual door panels were visible, perhaps because they were slung wide open and thus hidden. The entire sector was rustic, muted, and natural, cast in an underlying tone of earthen-yellow beneath a clear, ash-gray sky. It delivered a profound sensation of an incredibly distant, ancient era.
I deeply desired to explore it, but at present, I could only focus on circling the building first—finding my companions was the priority. The building sat behind me to the right. I figured as long as I kept tracing the structure, I couldn't lose my way.
Walking a few paces to the right, the scenery suddenly became vibrant, taking on brilliant color as people began moving about. They were all Westerners, yet they were deeply rustic individuals, strongly resembling the subjects within the masterpieces of the Dutch painters Rembrandt or Vermeer.
Just then, I realized the building I was circling had transformed entirely into a solid street; there was absolutely no path branching back to the right, meaning I could no longer loop back. I figured I had one tactic left: to retrace my steps along the original route.
Just as I was deliberating on what to do, I glanced to the right and discovered I had arrived at the outer perimeter of a colossal city square. In the distance, I could discern a central fountain pool accompanied by numerous granite statues—towering, imposing, and surreal. Their dimensions were four to five times taller than normal statues; one had to tilt their head entirely back just to take them in.
I barely managed to catch a single glimpse of a stone lion standing over ten meters away—its head held high, erect, its surfaces sharply chiseled like the blows of an axe without a single curve, appearing quite abstract. It was the closest sculpture to me. Just as I intended to step closer for a detailed inspection, an intense drowsiness washed over me out of nowhere, and subconsciously, I lay down right along the edge of the square.
Suddenly, I felt a heavy motion beneath my body, realizing I was lying directly over a seam in the ground. The interior section of that seam appeared to be circular, and a ten-meter distance away, an irregular cutout gap sat in the center of the ground. Hanging in the sky was a curved, stainless-steel-like metal bar shaped like a "key," descending slowly toward the cutout. Though it was called a key, it lacked the shape of a normal human key; yet, if that key met the "lock"—the irregular gap in the ground—it would undoubtedly fit with an iron-tight, seamless seal.
Just then, it felt as though a passerby shouted a warning, telling me to clear out and slide to the side immediately. I instantly rolled outward, clearing the seam. The ground's shifting motion intensified; I felt that if that key successfully entered the lock, the entire ground mechanism would be triggered, either hoisting upward or plunging down. It carried a hint of terror.
The exact microsecond that giant key was on the verge of sliding clean into the keyhole, I suddenly bolted awake from my stupor.
A strange dream, spanning ancient Eastern landscapes, characters stepped straight out of the 16th and 17th-century West, and a hyper-magnificent, unknown realm.
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