20歲左右，在我夢裡常常遇到高山大河，但是再高的山我都能很輕鬆的跨越。再長的河，再寬的海我都能自在的遊渡過去（雖然現實生活中，我的游泳水平不咋地）。如果是跟別人一起爬山或爬高高的古代牌摟，夢中的牌樓比現實中的要高好幾倍，但我總是爬的最快最高的那個。
一次好像是被幾個古代江湖能人追著，他們對我發射「梅花針」(夢裡的名字，極其纖細的一種暗器，揮手就可從袖子裡發出數枚的那種)。情急之中遇到小山包，我抬腿一步就能跨了過去；遇水就潛泳，比魚遊的還快；在平原上就左突右閃，機警、成功地躲過了密集的棉花針。(那時，我基本上還沒看過武俠小說。)
也做過幾次不能動彈的夢，好像是人醒著，眼睛都睜得大大的，但就是不能動彈，想叫無聲，想動無力，這種狀態維持的時間不久，突然間就能動了。醒來很害怕，以為身體出了什麼大病。白天跟人提起這怪夢，得到的回答說那是「鬼壓床」。這夢不常有大概只有两三次，都是在20歲左右做的。多年後才知道那是大腦意識醒了，身體機能還睡著暫時不能聽大腦的使喚。
後來，尤其是出國以後常做迷路了的夢。
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這兩個迷路的夢，做夢的時間只差了五天，都放在這裡：
2007年11月10日夢:
只身像散花天女一樣，胳膊輕輕揚起，身輕如燕，飄飛過秋色浸染的綿延丘陵，下面有各種美妙的動物和樹林花草。遠遠地看見幾隻長頸鹿，我飛得高點兒想飛越它們。飛到近處一看原來長頸鹿是幾棵高大的樹。
飛了好久看見前方有一條路，下來問人：「**大學怎麼走？」因為我剛剛從那個大學飛過來的，飛過丘陵後，卻忘記了歸途。
被問者驚訝地說，那個大學多少年前就搬走了遠方。我又問：「現在是哪一年？」答到幾幾幾幾年。結果是與我飛來的年代差一萬多年。
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2007年11月15日夢：
我從家裡出來，下了樓就回不上去了。因為來路都變了，樓梯都一段一段地不連著、也不認識了，索性走出門。
天還沒亮，朦朧中飄有薄薄的晨霧，在弄堂的轉彎口遇到了一群穿著奇怪的人。其中有三、四個年輕女郎從頭到腳披著白紗直拖到地面，在薄霧中走來，輕盈飄逸，款款動人。我正納悶兒地在街上走著，看到了更多的行人穿得像威尼斯狂歡節的人們一樣，神秘的面具、漂亮的羽毛、華麗的古裝。
我繼續尋找著回家的路，忽然看到一棟有雙塔樓的歌德式教堂。大樓高高的石階上、和門洞裡，也有花枝招展的人走進走出。
啊～，我對自己說，這就是了，我認識這棟樓；我的家就在這附近。說著剛要扭身拾路回家，就見那棟大樓動了一下，定睛觀看，那棟大樓像舞台上換的布景一樣，轉了過去不見了。
回家的路在哪兒？
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Plum Blossom Needles, Giraffes, and the Vanishing Gothic Church
Around the age of twenty, I frequently encountered towering mountains and roaring rivers in my dreams. Yet, no matter how high the peak, I could cross it with absolute ease. No matter how long the river or how wide the sea, I could swim across it with complete freedom—even though, in real life, my swimming skills are nothing to write home about. Whenever I climbed mountains or scaled ancient stone archways alongside others, the structures in my dreams would be several times taller than they are in reality, but I was always the fastest and climbed the highest.
Once, it seemed I was being chased by a group of martial arts masters from an ancient realm. They launched "Plum Blossom Needles" at me—a name that appeared directly in the dream, referring to an incredibly slender hidden weapon that could be fired from one's sleeves with a simple wave of the hand. In my desperation, whenever I hit a hill, I could leap right over it with a single stride; whenever I hit water, I would dive and swim faster than a fish; and on the open plains, I darted and dodged, cleverly and successfully evading the dense volley of cotton-fine needles. (At that time, I had barely even read a single martial arts novel.)
I also experienced dreams of sleep paralysis a few times. It felt as though I was wide awake with my eyes open, yet I could not move a muscle. I wanted to cry out but had no voice; I wanted to move but had no strength. This state wouldn't last long, and suddenly, I would regain my movement. I used to wake up terrified, worrying I had a major illness. When I mentioned this strange dream to others during the day, they told me it was "ghost pressing on the bed" (sleep paralysis). This didn't happen often—only about two or three times, all around the age of twenty. Years later, I finally learned it was simply a state where the conscious mind wakes up while the body's physical functions are still asleep, temporarily unable to take orders from the brain.
Later on, especially after moving abroad, I frequently had dreams of getting lost.
These two dreams of losing my way occurred just five days apart, and I have placed them both here:
Dream of November 10, 2007:
All by myself, like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, I lightly lifted my arms. Light as a swallow, I floated and soared over rolling hills painted in autumn colors. Below me lay all sorts of wonderful animals, forests, flowers, and grass. In the distance, I spotted a few giraffes, and I flew a bit higher, intending to soar right over them. But as I drew closer, I saw that the giraffes were actually just several tall, towering trees.
After flying for a very long time, I saw a road ahead. I descended and asked someone, "Which way to the university?" I had just flown over that very university, but after crossing the hills, I had forgotten the path back.
The person I asked looked at me in utter astonishment and said that the university had moved far away many years ago. I asked again, "What year is it now?" They answered with a specific year. As it turned out, the era I had flown into was more than ten thousand years apart from the era I had come from.
Dream of November 15, 2007:
I walked out of my house, but once I went downstairs, I couldn't find my way back up. The path I had come from had completely changed; the stairs were broken into disjointed, unrecognizable segments. So, I decided to simply walk out the door.
The sun had not yet risen. In the dim light, a thin morning mist drifted through the air. At a turn in the alley, I encountered a crowd of people dressed in bizarre attire. Among them were three or four young women draped from head to toe in white veils that trailed all the way to the ground, walking through the mist with an airy, graceful elegance that was profoundly moving. As I walked down the street in bewilderment, I saw even more pedestrians dressed like people at the Venice Carnival—wearing mysterious masks, beautiful feathers, and magnificent vintage costumes.
I continued to search for the way home when suddenly, I spotted a Gothic church with twin towers. People dressed in splendid, colorful clothes were bustling in and out of the grand building's high stone steps and arched entrance.
Ah! I said to myself, This is it. I recognize this building. My home is right near here. Just as I was about to turn onto the path to go home, the grand building suddenly shifted. I stared intently, and the massive structure spun right around and vanished—exactly like a stage backdrop being swapped out during a play.
Where is the way back home?
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