2007年12月01日靈魂不死夢：
夢見許多過世了的人，其中也有我母親。他們大多在中、老年紀，但仍然生活得很自在。有成雙成對的夫妻、也有還在交朋友、談戀愛。我母親就在談朋友，有十一個對象，我還為她辯道：只要是單身就可以談朋友，多少都沒關係。【母親在世時是傳統的舊時代的思維，好馬不配雙鞍，好女不嫁二郎。】
我問他們：「為什麼我們活著的人看不到他們，」他們卻說：「他們可以看到我們。」我想證實一下他們確實存在，我試圖抓住一個人的手，等到白天可以告訴活著的人他們確實存在。
我告訴活著的人，靈魂不死，人們不信。我就叫人們在屋子外邊等著，聽動靜。屋子沒有門，門洞與窗口都敞開著，我在昏暗的屋子裡，隔開一塊薄薄的上面用黑色炭筆塗寫著許多字樣和圖案的木板，跟那些過世了的人交談，我還特地大聲說話。等我說完話，出去問外面的人們是否聽到我們屋裡的交談，人們都搖頭說什麼也沒聽見。我氣得不行，明明我看見了他們怎麼就看不見？明明我為了他們能聽到而大聲與靈界人交談可他們就是聽不到。
可能是靈界的人要幫助我，在黃昏時分出現過一、兩個過世了的曾經是有名的人物幻影。一個是阻擊手西方人，穿著迷彩綠軍服。在他們出現的短短時間裡，只有幾個孩子看到了。幻影消失後卻留下了他使用過的槍，槍管還熱著。
後來在街上看到舊報紙，我馬上趴在地上查看報紙的日期。很難看到日期，等終於看到日期了又看不懂。在月的前面是「寺」字，還有幾個字母出現在日的前面，包括「竹」字頭的一半。
2009年9月10日夢：
我走在沿河邊的一條小街上，好像是丘陵地帶，因此確切地說這河應該是山澗，澗底和岸邊遍布大小石塊兒，街道也就跟著自然山坡上上下下，路也由石板鋪成。路邊參差錯落著由水泥或石頭壘的房屋，灰白色調、貧瘠、樸素但都很幹淨；高的也只有兩層。
上了個坡，就到家了，好像第一次來這裡，母親不在家。我收拾屋子，整理完畢，做在門口的石階上可以看到不深的河水、碎石河灘，及小街風光。
母親在下坡的一塊小空地跟人聊天兒，招呼我過去。
不知怎麼我沒到母親那裡，就跟一個老太太背對背地睡在一個硬板床上；沒門沒窗但不冷。睡了一會兒我溜下床，想著去母親的家去拿我放在那裡的相機和錢包等。
天還不算黑，我使勁看了看附近的樣子好記住回來的路；看見一個高高的桿子上面有個圓牌子，灰白底色的牌子上畫了一個圓圈，圓圈裡面是一個阿拉伯字母6。
走著走著就迷了路，找不著母親的住處了，照理說沿河走不會走丟的。
再走一會兒，看見沿河這邊的山路堵塞、房屋倒塌、或正在朝河的方向滑坡墜毀；好像剛剛經歷過地震；但是沒見人受傷，有參加救護的村民。
我找到人問路，說我要去那個有6字牌子的地方。那人說回去的路已經不通，你只好沿著這條河繼續往前走，直到碰到大橋或是什麼能過了河，在河對面轉回來，繞到山腳下，才有可能回家。有多遠的路程，一個小時能行嗎？我問；那人搖頭。
天漸漸黑下來，我身無分文，下身只穿了一條短褲。
我決定不論多麼困難也要自己往回走，沒走多遠，突然看到一條一尺來寬的石塊小路橫在河床上，而且這裡的水淺得沒有沒過這條石路。我就急忙一腳深一腳淺地奔跑了過去，上了岸。
這裡的景色跟河對岸不一樣，房子更正氣一點。在路邊小灌木叢的枯枝上看到一個巨大的已經曬幹了的紫紅色的章魚。
再走幾步，看見沿河有排一人高的竹樓，低下空架子，上層沒牆但有簾子，還露出幾雙小腳。撩開一看，原來是幼稚園的睡床，幾個孩子熟睡著。這床是斜的，低處向河，好傢伙，一不小心就會滑下去的，是為了培養孩子們游泳的？
盤算著待會兒，天黑了就在那裡睡覺。
再走幾步，發覺這裡的房舍都很古色古香，從門窗看進去，裡面的擺設都是紅木、梨木、桃花木等雕刻鏤花古典美觀的硬木家具，還有考究的厚重木料大門。
家中休閒的老人們，健康的皮膚古銅色，穿著古樸得體，表情溫厚善良。好啊~我感嘆，多虧了有那地震和塌方，我迷了路才來到這裡。這裡跟河對岸如此不同，安逸、逍遙、古樸、典雅如入桃花源。
走著走著，河流分出幾叉了，且寬了許多，我徹底迷了路。我問一個老人，說我要找那個有6字招牌的去處。
回答我的確是個妙齡女郎，她給我看一本小冊子，我沒帶眼鏡，我說，你能不能給我一張地圖？「我正要進屋子給你去複印呢。」她說著就進了那大門，我沒跟進去，便醒來了。
2017年2月8日夢：
半夜3點多，醒來跟Pip說了剛剛做的夢，他每天這時候都在電腦前。睡不著了，乾脆起來記錄夢境（現在三點半左右）：
剛剛夢中看到百公尺開外大山的崖壁一側，有三條不同高度上山的路。像半開放式隧道，可看到，車輛往上開，一輛輛排隊，道路比較擁擠，多數是大卡車。突然我看見有崩塌現象，先是小石子兒落下，很快，大塊山石，裂開，塌方，斷層岩石落在了那些車上，人車無處可逃。接著就是山崖表面的大面積塌方。
有兩個山體斷崖，幾乎同時發生這樣的事件。
我趕緊到二樓的家窗口，叫母親拿手機給我，好去照相。一想，我們住的樓房也是建在這樣的山體之上的，底下我們看不到的路上一定也在塌陷。我對母親和大哥說，趕緊出來到後方路對面的大商場處避難，那裡的商店只有兩層樓高，而且地勢平坦。下了樓，來到外面，已經有很多人了。有個十幾歲的女孩說，在這裡，離開樓房一點距離就可以了。我還擔心，對面的山體離開我們不遠，我們樓房所處的山體就在腳下，這裡的感覺是盆地，一旦大面積塌方發生，呆在這裡還是不安全的。商場那裡空地面積大多了。
醒來。 （四點四分記錄完畢，睡覺去了）
2017年2月17日夢：
我和母親被小W接到家裡，進大門時，看到有許多年輕人在油漆樓房的門框，粉刷外牆，那裡有好幾棟樓。小W家在三樓。進了屋子我見有兩個床，很高興，母親坐靠在一個床上休息，我摩挲這邊的床鋪說，那我們有地方睡覺了，明天再走了。小W說，不行的，你們一定要在11點17分前離開的。他的意思是說這段時間家裡不會有其他人。
還沒到點兒，我們準備離開時，聽到有開門聲，我和小W都到了門口，門開了，是小W的父母回來了。他們看到屋裡的人愣在門口。我趁他們還沒緩過來，側身出走。母親被他們截住了。印像中小W的母親是不喜歡小我與我交朋友的，擔心他們對我母親不好。我在樓下轉悠，不知道來時自行車停在了哪裡。
已經是黃昏時分，我在樓下轉悠，忽然三樓窗子打開，小W探出身子，將一串鑰匙，扔下來給我，說自行車停在了銀行邊上。那鑰匙串兒上有幾個扁平的不銹鋼車料小動物。掉下來時還看到有一隻棕色的小鳥銜住，到了地上一看那鳥也是不銹鋼車料。我抬頭對他說好好照顧我媽。
2025年6月14日夢：
跟一對老夫婦去住旅館，好像我是他們的助理。住在一套大屋子裡。兩天後他們回去了，留下我處理他們不要了的東西。那些東西屬於我了。我以為就幾套老先生的西裝呢，結果是西裝就有好幾套還有十幾條圍巾，那面料細膩柔滑似乎是羊絨的。我還想老夫婦只住兩天旅館，至於帶那麼多東西嗎？這還沒完，我不斷拿，東西不斷地出來，有十幾隻高級包包，還有高級精緻的小物件兒。
我媽也在場，我找到大塑膠袋來裝，我媽幫忙拿。不一會兒有五、六個旅館清潔工進來，她們要打掃屋子了。我趕緊讓母親先拿了五、六大袋子的東西走。我繼續收拾，似乎沒完沒了。腦子裡有Prada印象，Prada是世界頂級的奢侈品，我也先拿了五六袋子的東西先回自己的住處，就在同一樓的10層。
放下東西，接著來取，清潔工已經將剩下的東西放在門外樓道裡了。我又取了一些，就算了，留下一些。這回我沒坐電梯上樓，只是走上去的。橫穿樓道時，發覺樓道是一間有門聯通的教室，大學裡的教室，有電腦等就醒來了。
奇怪我以前的夢裡，基本上都窮得身無分文。
前兩天也做過一個夢，我很富有，有許多錢當時我還跟Pip說了，但沒記下來，問他記不記得，他說好像是我的夢裡有許多金銀財寶。
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The Code to the Other Peach Blossom Spring: Numeral 6 and the Stainless Steel Bird
December 1, 2007: The Immortality of the Soul (靈魂不死夢)
I dreamed of many people who had passed away, including my mother. Most of them appeared to be in their middle-to-elderly years, yet they were living very freely and comfortably. There were couples together, and others were mingling and falling in love. My mother was actually dating and had eleven suitors! In the dream, I even defended her actions, arguing that as long as someone is single, it doesn't matter how many people they date. (In real life, my mother possessed very traditional, old-fashioned values, firmly believing that 'a good horse doesn't wear two saddles, and a virtuous woman doesn't marry twice.')
I asked them, 'Why can’t we, the living, see you?' They replied, 'But we can see you.' Wanting to prove their existence, I tried to grab someone’s hand so that I could tell the living during the day that they truly exist.
When I told the living that the soul is immortal, no one believed me. So, I asked them to wait outside the house and listen closely. The house had no doors—the doorways and windows were completely wide open. Inside the dimly lit room, separated only by a thin wooden board covered in various words and charcoal drawings, I conversed with those who had passed away, deliberately raising my voice. Afterward, I went outside to ask the crowd if they had heard our conversation. Everyone shook their heads, saying they heard absolutely nothing. I was incredibly frustrated. I could clearly see them, so why couldn't anyone else? I had shouted just so the living could hear my conversation with the spirit world, yet they remained completely deaf to it.
Perhaps the spirits wanted to help me; at dusk, the phantoms of one or two famous deceased figures appeared. One was a Western sniper dressed in green camouflage military uniform. During the brief moments they appeared, only a few children managed to see them. When the phantom vanished, he left behind the rifle he had used—and its barrel was still warm to the touch.
Later, seeing old newspapers on the street, I immediately got down on the ground to check the dates. It was difficult to read, but when I finally caught a glimpse, I couldn't understand it. Before the month, there was the Chinese character for 'Temple' (寺), and several letters appeared before the day, including one that looked like the top half of the 'Bamboo' radical (竹).
September 10, 2009: The Mountain Torrent and the Peach Blossom Spring (山澗桃花源)
I was walking along a narrow street by a river in what seemed to be a hilly region. To be precise, the river was more like a mountain torrent, its bed and shores scattered with boulders large and small. The street naturally followed the undulating hillside, paved entirely with stone slabs. Flanking the road were houses built of cement or stone—grayish-white, barren, and humble, yet impeccably clean. The tallest were only two stories high.
After climbing a slope, I arrived home. It felt as though it was my first time there, and my mother wasn't home. I tidied up the house, and once finished, I sat on the stone steps by the door, gazing out at the shallow river, the pebbled beach, and the quaint street scenery.
Down the slope, my mother was chatting with some people in a small open clearing, and she gestured for me to come over.
For some reason, instead of heading down to her, I ended up sleeping back-to-back with an old woman on a hard wooden bed. The room had no doors or windows, yet it wasn't cold at all. After sleeping for a while, I slipped out of bed, intending to go to my mother’s house to retrieve my camera and wallet that I had left there.
It wasn't dark yet, so I stared hard at the surroundings to memorize the way back. I noticed a tall pole topped with a circular sign. On the grayish-white background of the sign, a circle was drawn, and inside it was the Arabic numeral '6'.
As I walked, I lost my way and couldn't find my mother’s residence. Logically, one shouldn't get lost walking along a river, but I did.
A moment later, I saw that the mountain path on this side of the river was blocked—houses had collapsed or were sliding into the river due to what looked like a recent earthquake. However, no one seemed injured, and local villagers were actively participating in rescue efforts.
I found someone to ask for directions, stating that I needed to get back to the place with the '6' sign. The person told me that the path back was completely blocked. 'Your only choice is to keep walking along this river until you hit a large bridge or a crossing. Cross over to the other side, loop back around the foot of the mountain, and only then might you find your way home.' I asked how far it was and if it would take an hour. The person simply shook their head.
The sky gradually darkened. I was completely penniless, and from the waist down, I was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts.
Deciding to head back no matter how difficult, I hadn't walked far when I suddenly spotted a narrow path of stone slabs, about a foot wide, stretching across the riverbed. The water here was so shallow that it didn't even submerge the stones. In deep and shallow strides, I frantically scrambled across the river and made it to the opposite bank.
The scenery here was entirely different from the other side. The houses were far more elegant and stately. On the withered branches of a roadside shrub, I spotted a massive, completely dried, purple-red octopus.
A few steps further, I noticed a row of bamboo stilt houses about a man's height lining the river. The lower frames were empty, and the upper levels had no walls, only curtains, beneath which several pairs of tiny feet protruded. Lifting the curtain, I realized these were the sleeping beds of a kindergarten, with several children fast asleep. The beds were slanted, tilting downward toward the river. Good grief, one wrong move and they would slide right in! Was this designed to train the children to swim?
I quietly planned to sleep there once darkness fell completely.
Walking a bit further, I realized the buildings here were incredibly antique. Peeking through the doors and windows, the interiors were adorned with exquisite, classical carved hardwoods—rosewood, pearwood, and mahogany. The grand entrances were made of heavy, sophisticated timber.
The elderly residents relaxing at home possessed healthy, bronzed skin, dressed in simple yet elegant traditional attire, their expressions profoundly gentle and kind. Ah! I marveled to myself, Thank goodness for that earthquake and landslide. If I hadn't gotten lost, I never would have stumbled upon this place. It was completely different from the opposite bank—peaceful, carefree, ancient, and elegant, as if I had stepped right into the legendary Peach Blossom Spring.
As I kept walking, the river branched into several wider streams, and I became completely lost. I asked an old man, repeating that I was looking for the place with the '6' billboard.
Instead, a beautiful young lady answered me. She showed me a small booklet. Since I wasn't wearing my glasses, I asked, 'Could you just give me a map?'
'I was just heading inside to make a photocopy for you,' she said, stepping through the grand entrance. I didn't follow her inside, and right then, I woke up.
February 8, 2017: The Mountain Cliff Collapse (山體塌方)
Around 3:00 AM, I woke up and told Pip about the dream I just had; he is always at his computer at this hour. Unable to fall back asleep, I decided to get up and record it (it is now around 3:30 AM):
In the dream, I saw the sheer cliff face of a massive mountain about a hundred meters away. On one side of the cliff, there were three mountain roads running at different heights, resembling semi-open tunnels. I could see vehicles queuing up to drive upward; traffic was heavily congested, mostly consisting of large trucks. Suddenly, a landslide began. At first, it was just small pebbles raining down, but very quickly, massive boulders cracked open and fractured. The collapsing sheets of rock crashed directly onto the vehicles below; the people and cars had absolutely nowhere to escape. This was instantly followed by a massive, sweeping collapse of the cliff's surface.
Two different mountain cliffs suffered this catastrophic collapse almost simultaneously.
I rushed to the window of our second-floor home, shouting for my mother to fetch my phone so I could take a photo. Then, a terrifying thought struck me: the building we live in is also built upon this very same mountain structure. The hidden foundations beneath our roads must be collapsing too. I yelled to my mother and eldest brother to hurry outside and take refuge at the large shopping mall across the back road—the shops there were only two stories high, and the terrain was flat. Reaching the ground floor and stepping outside, a crowd had already gathered. A teenage girl remarked that as long as we stayed a short distance away from the high-rises, we would be fine. But I remained deeply worried; the opposite mountain wasn't far from us, and the very mountain our building sat on was right beneath our feet. This area felt like a basin; if a massive landslide occurred, staying here would still be dangerous. The open space by the mall was vastly safer.
I woke up. (Recording finished at 4:04 AM, heading back to sleep.)
February 17, 2017: The Departure and the Stainless Steel Charms (小W家的留難)
"My mother and I were picked up by Little W and taken to his home. Entering the main gate, I saw many young people painting the door frames of the apartment buildings and whitewashing the exterior walls; there were several residential buildings there. Little W's family lived on the third floor. Stepping inside the apartment, I was delighted to find two beds. My mother sat back against one bed to rest, while I stroked the sheets of the other, happily saying, 'Wonderful, we have a place to sleep now. We can leave tomorrow.'
But Little W interjected, 'No, that won't work. You absolutely must leave before 11:17.' He implied that no one else would be home during this specific window.
Before that exact time arrived, just as we were preparing to leave, we heard the sound of the front door opening. Little W and I hurried to the entrance. The door swung open, and it was Little W's parents returning. They froze at the doorway, stunned to see people inside the apartment. Taking advantage of their momentary shock, I slipped past them and made my escape. My mother, however, was intercepted by them. I had a lingering impression that Little W's mother never liked him being friends with me, and I worried they might mistreat my mother. I wandered around downstairs, completely unable to remember where I had parked my bicycle when we arrived.
It was already dusk as I paced below the building. Suddenly, a window on the third floor flew open. Little W leaned out and tossed a ring of keys down to me, shouting that my bicycle was parked right next to the bank. Looking closely at the key ring, it held several flat, stainless steel charms shaped like little animals. As it fell, I saw a small brown bird swoop down and catch it in its beak. When it hit the ground, I realized the bird itself was actually one of the stainless steel charms. I looked up at him and yelled, 'Take good care of my mom!' "
June 14, 2025: The Infinite Cashmere and Prada (無盡的奢侈品)
I was staying at a hotel with an elderly couple, acting as their assistant. We occupied a massive suite. Two days later, they checked out and left, leaving me behind to sort through the belongings they no longer wanted. All those items now belonged to me. I initially assumed it was just a few of the old gentleman's suits, but to my surprise, there were several suits and over a dozen scarves—the fabric felt incredibly fine, smooth, and luxurious, seemingly pure cashmere. I wondered to myself: the elderly couple only stayed for two days, why on earth did they bring so many things?
But it didn't stop there. As I kept pulling items out, more and more things kept appearing—dozens of high-end luxury bags and exquisite, sophisticated accessories.
My mother was also present. I found large plastic bags to pack everything, and my mother helped me carry them. Shortly after, five or six hotel housekeepers walked in; they needed to clean the room. I hurriedly had my mother take five or six large bags of items and leave first. I continued packing, and the stream of treasures seemed absolutely endless. The brand 'Prada' flashed vividly in my mind—knowing it is one of the world's top luxury brands. I personally hauled five or six massive bags back to my own place first, which happened to be on the 10th floor of the exact same building.
After dropping off the first haul, I returned for the rest. The housekeepers had already neatly placed the remaining items out in the hallway. I gathered a few more pieces and decided to call it a day, leaving the rest behind. This time, I didn't take the elevator up; I decided to walk. Crossing through the corridor, I discovered that the hallway connected directly into a classroom—a university lecture hall equipped with computers and technology—and right then, I woke up.
It is so strange; in my past dreams, I was almost always completely penniless.
Just a couple of days prior, I had another dream where I was incredibly wealthy with a massive amount of money. I told Pip about it at the time, but didn't write it down. When I asked him today if he remembered, he said, "I think you dreamt you had a mountain of gold, silver, and treasure."
特別感謝 Gemini AI 提供充滿活力的翻譯和文本潤色。
Special thanks to Gemini AI for providing the spirited translation and text refinement.
第三百九十五篇
