《落空的鬧鐘、流星雨與倫勃朗迷宮》

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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第四百零七篇

《魚雷鱷魚、天降恐龍與柔光鴕鳥蛋》

2009年1月14日：土路血跡與奪槍夢

夢見土路上有幾處斑斑點點的血跡，似乎有人被殺。進到屋裡，一個神祕男子突然手槍對準了我和夢裡的一位女友。他瞄準了她先開了一槍，我急中生智，迅速衝上前去死死抓住槍頭展開激烈搏鬥，拼盡全力使得槍口朝上。砰的一聲，子彈打偏了，沒打著。醒來時，整個人心跳不已，驚魂未定。

2009年2月27日：無嘴魚與天降恐龍

夢見小李子在溪邊捕到了一條五尺多長的罕見大魚。準備烹調時，胡笳過來幫忙破開魚膛，一刀剁掉了佔據頭部三分之一的尖嘴巴，而我則留在邊上刮魚鱗。

那條大魚雖然沒了嘴，卻仍然劈啪蹦跳得厲害，生命力極其頑強，我最終無奈地放棄了刮魚鱗。

轉眼之間，畫面一轉，那條魚不知怎的落在了不遠處的一個小山坡上。陡然間，一條身形比那條魚還要大上一圈的巨型恐龍從天而降，竟然直接伏在那條大魚的背上開始交配。

完事之後，恐龍伸出頭猛然一看，這才發現它的情魚居然沒有嘴巴。隨著恐龍焦急的詢問，這兩隻史前生物竟然一問一答地對起話來。它們使用的語言我完全聽不懂，但那低沉神祕的聲音卻在耳畔聽得清清楚楚。

2009年3月28日：三大水池的游魚

夢見三個巨大的水池，裡面游動著大小各式各樣種類的魚。一開始看時還都是些不起眼的小魚，可看著看著，那些游魚竟然在眼前漸漸長大，最後全都變成了足足有一斤來重的肥美大魚。

2009年6月7日：敞開的窗口與柔光鴕鳥蛋

晚上睡覺前，我故意把隔壁那間大空屋的窗子留了有尺把來高的開口。早上醒來走進去一看，霍！竟然有三、四隻不同種類、羽毛斑斕的小鳥正在屋子裡歡快地嘻戲。只可惜它們一看到我進去，便顯得十分慌張，拍打著翅膀急急忙忙地朝窗外飛走了。

到了第二天晚上，我依然將那個窗口敞開著。隔天早上再度走入屋內，驚奇地發見中央的桌子上竟然有三、四個散發着柔光的大鴕鳥蛋和七、八隻小鵪鶉蛋。幾隻大雁和花羽小鳥也立在桌上。這一次，它們看見我進來非但一點兒也不躲閃，反而顯得悠然自得。

2009年6月10日：六十度陡降的驚險降落

夢見自己睡在一架只有十幾個乘客的輕型小飛機上。飛行途中，我心裡一直隱隱擔心飛機可能會掉下來。可隨後心中又升起一股無可奈何的豁達，想著：隨它去吧，不管了！就在這時，感覺到飛機猛烈地遭遇了一股強勁的逆向氣流，機長正在拼命拉升機頭，整個機身呈現出足足有60度的恐怖陡峭坡度。穿行到紐約鬧市區的上空時，底下的鋼筋水泥叢林裡幾乎看見不到任何像樣的跑道，然而在一片驚心動魄中，飛機最終安然無恙地平穩降落了。

2009年9月8日：魚雷鱷魚與水池大魚的囓咬

【夢一】
來到了胡笳工作的那間寬敞明亮、富有現代感的辦公室。大廳裡整齊地排列著七、八個隔間（cubicles），胡笳的隔間靠近一排落地大窗。辦公室的門並不在窗子這一面，進門後需要先走過一段兩三公尺長的欄桿走道，然後左轉才能進去。欄桿的右邊是一個有兩尺落差、呈階梯式的下層辦公區域。就在下層辦公室緊鄰著欄桿的地方，放置了一個直徑約兩公尺的巨大厚圓形玻璃魚缸。

魚缸的底部堆滿了厚厚的沙子，上面正游動著幾條一、兩尺長的大魚。有的魚把尾巴埋在沙裡，有的乾脆將大半個身子都埋進沙子深處，只露出一顆頭臉，一雙圓溜溜的眼睛卻在咕溜溜地轉個不停。沙面上散落著幾小塊麵包渣，想必是在這裡工作的職員們午餐後隨手投放的。我當時手頭沒有任何可以餵牠們的食物，竟鬼使神差地朝著魚缸底下吐了一小口唾沫，想看看它們會有什麼動靜。（這動作很不文明，在現實生活中我絕對不會這麼幹。）

誰知這口唾沫瞬間驚動了一條潛伏在底部的巨大鱷魚！原先我根本沒有看見它，因為它的外皮顏色和沙子一模一樣。突然之間，它搖身猛烈一動，露出了深埋在沙子裡的龐大身形；緊接著，一個鯉魚打挺，猛地翻出了那高大的魚缸，連帶著掀出好多條它的子孫，迅速沿著欄桿爬上了胡笳所在的辦公區域。我驚恐地大叫：「鱷魚！鱷鱼來了！」以通知正在隔間裡埋頭工作的胡笳。

【夢二】
畫面一轉，來到了一個水池邊，看見一個東方女人正在那裡洗魚。我跟她講述剛才鱷魚大鬧辦公室的恐怖場景。見她毫无反應，竟然把手裡剛洗過的一條生魚咬了一口吃了。突然，我瞥見地上一條足足有兩尺長的鯉魚正迅速湊近她，猛地一口咬住了她的小腿！鮮血立刻湧了出來，我急忙提醒她。

就在這一剎那，另一條長達一米的大魚突然蹦起來，有很大的勁兒，撞上了我的右手背！不論我怎麼甩都甩它不走，使勁地朝我身上擠兌。擔心它咬我，拼命地將手把那魚頭推擠到水池壁，不讓它有機會開口咬我；魚頭被擠歪出血，驚恐中醒來。

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Torpedo Crocodiles, Heaven-Sent Dinosaurs, and the Glowing Sanctuary

January 14, 2009: The Gunfight over the Bloodstains

I dreamed of several mottled patches of blood splattered across a dirt road, suggesting someone had been murdered. Moving inside a building, a strange man suddenly materialized, pointing a handgun directly at me and a female friend within the dream. He took aim at her first and fired a shot. In a flash of desperate wit, I lunged forward, fiercely grabbing the barrel of the gun and wrestling with him, straining with all my might to force the muzzle upward. Bang! The shot went wild and missed. I snapped awake, my heart hammering violently against my chest.

February 27, 2009: The Beakless Fish and the Descending Dinosaur

I dreamed that Xiao Lizi captured a rare, massive fish over five feet long down by the creek. As we prepared to cook it, Hu Jia stepped in to help gut the fish, cleanly severing its pointed beak, which constituted a full third of its head. I remained beside them to scrape off the scales.

Despite being mouthless, the giant fish continued to thrash and flop violently, its life force fiercely stubborn. Overwhelmed, I eventually gave up on scaling it.
In the blink of an eye, the scene shifted; the fish had somehow materialized on a nearby hillside. Suddenly, a colossal dinosaur—its physique a size larger than the fish—descended from the heavens, pinning itself flat against the giant fish's back to mate.

Once the act was finished, the dinosaur extended its massive head, staring in sudden shock to find that its beloved fish had no mouth. Following the dinosaur's anxious inquiries, these two prehistoric creatures actually began to engage in a verbal dialogue. I couldn't comprehend a single word of the language they used, yet their deep, mysterious voices vibrated clearly in my ears.

March 28, 2009: The Three Pools of Abundance

I dreamed of three colossal pools filled to the brim with a thriving multitude of fish of every imaginable size and variety. When I first gazed inside, they appeared to be nothing more than tiny, insignificant minnows. Yet, as I watched, the swimming fish gradually expanded before my very eyes, until every single one had transformed into a plump, heavy fish weighing well over a pound.

June 7, 2009: The Glowing Ostrich Eggs and the Avian Sanctuary

Before heading to bed one evening, I deliberately left the window of the large, adjacent vacant room cracked open about a foot high. Upon waking the next morning, I stepped inside to investigate—gasp! Three or four exotic little birds with magnificent, colorful plumage were joyfully frolicking inside the room. Tragically, the moment they spotted my entrance, they panicked, flapping their wings in a frantic rush to escape out the window.
On the second night, I kept the window open once more. Walking back into the room the following morning, I was astonished to discover three or four colossal ostrich eggs, glowing with a soft, ethereal light, arranged perfectly atop the central table, flanked by seven or eight delicate little quail eggs. Several elegant wild geese and those same colorful little birds were resting peacefully on the tabletop. This time, upon seeing me enter, they didn't scatter at all. Instead, they appeared entirely serene and carefree, completely at ease in my presence.

June 10, 2009: The 60-Degree Steep Landing Over Manhattan

I dreamed I was asleep inside a small, light aircraft carrying only about a dozen passengers. Throughout the flight, a lingering anxiety haunted me that the plane might fall from the sky. Yet, a wave of helpless resignation washed over me, and I thought: Let it be, I don't care anymore! Just then, the aircraft violently collided with a powerful pocket of turbulence. The captain pulled up hard on the nose, tilting the entire fuselage into a terrifyingly steep 60-degree ascent. As we reached the airspace over downtown New York City, there appeared to be absolutely no runway visible amidst the concrete jungle below. Yet, through the heart-stopping suspense, the plane executed a perfectly smooth and safe landing.

September 8, 2009: The Torpedo Crocodile and the Leaping Hand-Bite

[Dream I]
I arrived at the spacious, brightly lit, and highly modern office where Hu Jia works. The floor was neatly lined with seven or eight cubicles, and Hu Jia's workstation sat directly adjacent to a grand row of floor-to-ceiling windows. The entrance to the office was not on the windowed side; upon stepping through the door, one had to traverse a two-to-three-meter-long railed walkway and execute a sharp left turn to enter. To the right of the railing was a lower-level office space sitting at a two-foot drop, structured like cascading steps. Positioned directly against the railing on this lower level was a colossal, thick round glass fish tank about two meters in diameter.

The bottom of the tank was layered with a thick bed of sand, populated by several live fish measuring one to two feet long. Some of the fish kept their tails buried deep in the sand, while others had completely submerged their entire bodies, exposing only their faces, their round eyes spinning and rolling continuously. Scattered across the surface of the sand were a few small breadcrumbs, undoubtedly thrown in by the employees after lunch. Lacking any food to offer them, I impulsively spat a tiny bit of saliva down into the tank, curious to see how they would react. (This was a highly uncivilized act; in real life, I would never dream of doing such a thing.)

To my absolute horror, that single drop of saliva, instantly waking a gargantuan crocodile hidden at the very bottom! I hadn't spotted it initially because its scaly hide blended flawlessly with the color of the sand. Suddenly, with a violent, sweeping motion, it unveiled its massive form from the depths of the sand. In the next instant, executing a powerful flip, it vaulted clean out of the high glass tank, dragging a dark swarm of its offspring along with it, rapidly scaling the barrier to invade the office area where Hu Jia was working. Plunging into absolute terror, I frantically backed away while screaming at the top of my lungs: "Crocodile! The crocodile is here!" desperate to warn Hu Jia as he worked inside his cubicle.

[Dream II]
The scene abruptly shifted to a sink, where an Asian woman was washing fish. I told here the terrifying ordeal of the giant crocodile tearing up the office. To my astonishment, the woman remained completely unfazed. Right before my eyes, she took a bite out of the raw fish she had just washed and swallowed it down. Suddenly, I glanced down to see a two-foot carp darting toward her; with a violent snap, it clamped its jaws deep into her calf! Blood instantly gushed from the wound, and I warn her.

In that brief instant, another large fish—a full meter long and incredibly strong—leaped out of the water and slammed into the back of my right hand with astonishing force! The fish gripped my hand tightly, and no matter how hard I shook it, I couldn't shake it off. Afraid it would open its mouth and bite me, I mustered all my strength and slammed the fish's head against the sink wall to prevent it from biting me. The impact was so violent that the fish's head was severely dislocated, and blood flowed out. I awoke with a start.

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第四百零三篇

《併攏的拉鍊樓梯與高手的照相機》

2008年9月5日：拉鍊樓梯夢

夢到在一棟古老又豪華的大樓頂層，想下樓卻不成，因為樓梯的坡度太陡峭、階梯間距又太大，伸長腿連腳尖都夠不著，雖然有扶手但還是膽戰心驚地不敢下。好不容易找到另一條坡度不太陡，間距也可以接受的樓梯，剛剛要下樓，忽然整個樓梯從那一頭開始朝這邊迅速併攏過來，像拉鍊被拉上了一樣，又無法下樓。

這樣下樓不成的主題在夢中是全新的，那陣子有過三、四次了。這說明了什麼？沒有退路？想退縮卻無路？

2008年9月18日：景德鎮瓷器店與母親的轉世夢

在J家（夢裡的），他出門前託我幫他去報攤取報紙，兩分錢一份，他說已經跟報攤說好了。

不一會兒，屋子裡來了許多人，也有黑人。我納悶兒這裡不是 J 的家嗎？怎麼這些人好像來到了公共場所似的。

出門後看見一條石子路、頗有江南風情的老式街道。正當我在猶豫東西方向時，卻看到左邊數過去兩三家店面的門匾上用草書寫著一行字，其中「景德鎮」三個字映入眼簾，我隨即走去，想看看瓷器古董什麼的。沒想到，剛推門進去，就見我母親與我姑姑正站在不太明亮的室內抽著煙。

「媽媽，您怎麼會在這裡？」我大驚失色。母親沒有答話，「你們不認識我啦？」我問。
「應該是你認識我們，」姑姑說，「你母親已經又轉世了，二十多年了。」
一轉身，我看見一個年輕的姑娘站在我的左側。難道她就是我轉世了的母親？

懵朦朧懂地出了那家店，在街上遇到人便想尋找答案——我母親與姑姑都已經過世多年，她們怎麼還在那裡抽煙？然而一路上都沒有得到滿意的解釋。

朝相反方向走了一段路，終於在街道轉角處看到了報攤。那報攤規模比較大、靠街面的兩處敞開著，十分明亮。我走過去拿報紙，「三分錢，」售報人說。不是說兩分嗎？我納悶著，便醒了過來。

2008年10月3日：高手的照相機與甘泉夢

與胡笳一起度假，來到溫泉室內，由弧線組成的階梯錯落、中間有島嶼的豪華大池子裡卻沒有水。胡笳說算了不泡了，黎晨說那怎麼成，看這裡有水龍頭開關。說著便順手一捻，各處的噴水孔高高低低地都湧出水了，但出水並不大。

「哎，你看外邊有露天池子，咱們去那裡吧。」

那是一個自然形成的大水塘，線條彎曲，四周參差錯落長著各種熱帶喬木。「我去游泳，」胡笳說著便一個猛子在水裡竄出去好遠。咦？黎晨忙想：你胡笳原來是不會游泳的呀！轉身一看胡笳還在邊上，這才鬆了一口氣。

再一趟水，原來那水還沒沒過腳面。低頭一看，池塘底部全都是像雨花石一樣的卵石，小的如雞蛋大小，大的如番薯。

黎晨在池邊找到控水開關一擰，嘩啦啦，各處的水都噴了出來，由小到大。有的是從樹幹噴出的，有如淋浴的水柱。

漸漸地又來了一些度假的遊客，他們進入水中戲謔、玩耍。

「照相機呢？多麼美好的景色，我要拍照。」黎晨說著這才發覺照相機忘在溫泉室內了。他們趕緊回去取，還好！機子還在！黎晨拿起照相機，怎麼鬆鬆垮垮的？！仔細一看，原來照相機看起來完整，但裡面所有連接零件的螺絲竟然全都是卸開的。不好！像蘇式月餅的酥皮一樣，一碰就層層脫落。她趕快小心翼翼地捧著，生怕掉了一顆螺絲。

走出門，遇到一個老外，問道：「怎麼了？照相機壞了？後街有一家照相機修理處。」胡笳與黎晨便急忙趕到那裡。

一個看起來很有經驗的白人老頭接過相機，打開放在桌子上，開始將螺絲一一上緊復原。

「不知是誰幹的，拆了機子又按原狀放著，一定是高手幹的。」黎晨自言自語，又好像是在對胡笳或修理工說。

「肯定是高手幹的！」邊上出現了幾個像西班牙人的年輕小夥子，他們好像都跟修理老人很熟悉。其中一個回答著，轉頭看了看黎晨。

黎晨心裡琢磨著，是不是他們中誰幹的，為了賺點修理費。幾個人圍著看老人修照相機，彼此之間還用著法語交談。

以上是黎晨的夢。

「美麗的地方沒有水，就因為我們才帶來了水，」胡笳說，「由小到大、積少成多，逐漸把甘泉分享給街坊鄰裡。你想想，這不是我們正在做的事嗎！」

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The Zipping Staircase and the Masterfully Dismantled Camera

September 5, 2008: The Zipper Stairs

I dreamed that I was on the top floor of an ancient and luxurious building, desperate to go downstairs but completely unable to do so. The slope of the staircase was terrifyingly steep, and the gaps between the steps were so immense that even when I fully extended my legs, my tiptoes couldn't reach the next ledge. Though there was a handrail, I was too frozen with fear to attempt the descent. After searching frantically, I finally located another staircase with a manageable slope and acceptable gaps. Just as I was about to step down, the entire staircase suddenly began to violently zip together from the far end toward me, exactly like a zipper snapping shut. Once again, my descent was blocked.

This motif of being entirely unable to go downstairs was completely new to my dreamscape, occurring three or four times around that period. What did it signify? A total absence of a retreat? A subconscious realization that even if I wanted to back out, there was no longer a path back? 

September 18, 2008: The Reincarnation in the Antique Shop

Inside J's house (within the dream), before he headed out, he asked me to swing by the newsstand to pick up his newspapers, mentioning they were two cents a copy and that he had already cleared it with the vendor.

Shortly after, a massive crowd of people—including Black individuals—poured into the house. I wondered in bewilderment: Isn't this supposed to be J's private home? Why are all these people acting as though they've stumbled into a chaotic public square?
Stepping outside, I found myself on a cobblestone road, an old-fashioned street laced with the delicate charm of the Jiangnan region. Just as I was hesitating over whether to turn east or west, my eyes caught a row of cursive characters swept across the signboards of a shop two or three doors down to the left. The words "Jingdezhen" leaped out at me. I immediately drifted toward it, intending to browse through some porcelain and antiques. To my utter astonishment, the moment I pushed the door open, I spotted my mother and my aunt standing inside the dimly lit room, quietly smoking cigarettes.

"Mother! How on earth did you get here?!" I gasped in shock. My mother remained silent. "Do you two no longer recognize me?" I asked.
"It is you who should recognize us," my aunt replied calmly. "Your mother has already reincarnated; it has been over twenty years now."

Spinning around, I noticed a young woman standing directly on my left. Was this youthful girl truly my reincarnated mother?

Stepping out of the shop in a daze, I searched the streets, desperate to find an answer from passersby—both my mother and aunt had passed away many years ago, so why were they standing there smoking? I received no satisfying explanation.

Walking in the opposite direction for a short while, I finally spotted the newsstand at a street corner. It was quite large, wide open to the street on two sides, and incredibly bright. I walked over to claim the papers. "Three cents," the vendor declared. Didn't J say they were two cents? Marooned in bewilderment, I snapped awake.

October 3, 2008: The Masterfully Dismantled Camera and the Spring of Abundance

On a vacation with Hu Jia, we arrived at an indoor hot spring facility. The grand, luxurious pool was beautifully structured with cascading, curved steps and miniature islands scattered down the center—yet, it was entirely devoid of water. Hu Jia shrugged and said, "Forget it, let's not soak." But Li Chen interjected, "How can we not? Look, there's a faucet valve right here." As she spoke, she casually twisted the valve, and streams of water instantly began to bubble up from spray nozzles placed high and low across the pool, though the flow remained quite weak.

"Oh, look outside! There's an open-air pool out there, let's go over there instead."

It was a naturally formed large pond, its shorelines curving gracefully, flanked on all sides by an intricate growth of various tropical trees. "I'm going for a swim," Hu Jia declared, executing a clean dive and surging incredibly far out into the water. Wait, Li Chen thought in a sudden panic, Hu Jia, you don't even know how to swim in real life! She spun around only to see Hu Jia still standing right beside her on the bank, allowing her to let out a massive sigh of relief.

Wading into the current, she realized the water didn't even submerge the tops of her feet. Looking down, the bottom of the pond was paved entirely with smooth pebbles resembling rain-flower stones—the smaller ones the size of chicken eggs, and the larger ones as massive as sweet potatoes.

Li Chen located a water control switch along the edge of the pond and gave it a sharp twist. Whoosh! Streams of water violently erupted from every direction, growing from a trickle into a powerful flow. Some jets even shot out directly from the tree trunks like overhead showers.

Gradually, a crowd of other holiday travelers arrived, stepping into the water to laugh, splash, and play.

"Where is the camera? This scenery is far too gorgeous, I must take a photo!" As Li Chen spoke, she suddenly realized she had left the camera back inside the indoor hot spring room.

They hurried back to retrieve it, and thank goodness, the device was still sitting there! But the moment Li Chen hoisted the camera, wait, why does it feel completely loose and rickety? Looking closely, while the exterior of the camera appeared entirely whole, every single screw connecting its internal components had been completely unscrewed. Oh no! Exactly like the delicate, flaky crust of a Suzhou-style pastry, it threatened to shed its layers at the slightest touch. She frantically and gingerly cupped it in her palms, terrified of dropping a single, precious screw.

Stepping out the door, they encountered a Westerner who asked, "What's the matter? Is your camera broken? There's a camera repair shop right down the back street." Hu Jia and Li Chen dashed over immediately.

A white elderly man who looked exceptionally experienced accepted the camera, opened it flat upon his workbench, and began to painstakingly thread and tighten every single screw, restoring it piece by piece.

"I have no idea who could have done this—completely dismantling the camera internally yet leaving the exterior looking perfectly untouched. It must have been the work of a true master," Li Chen muttered to herself, as if speaking to Hu Jia or the repairman.

"It was definitely the work of a master!" interjected a few young men nearby who looked Spanish; they appeared to be highly familiar with the elderly repairman. One of them answered while turning his gaze to look directly at Li Chen.

Li Chen wondered to herself if one of them had secretly disassembled the camera to earn some repair fees. The group huddled around, watching the old man repair the camera, conversing amongst themselves in fluid French.

The above was Li Chen's dream.
"A beautiful place had no water, but because of our arrival, we brought the water with us," Hu Jia remarked softly. "Growing from a trickle into a torrent, accumulating bit by bit, we are gradually sharing this sweet spring water with our neighbors and the community. Think about it—isn't this exactly the work we are doing right now?"

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.

第四百零二篇

《大漠春雨、雲端仙境與二十一號門洞》

兩情切切的夢境演變

早先在夢中遇到情人時，兩情切切，但是無法找到一個僻靜之所可以避人耳目地相依相偎。往往在將要熱吻之際就帶著遺憾醒了。

感覺真切的初吻，是在睡夢中發生的，地點是在上海的一家叫做星火日夜商店的門口。夢中那個店門是由幾扇大玻璃木門組成的，推著會在原地打轉。對方是陌生的西方人，他從裡面出來，而我正要進去，被他一把攔腰摟住吻醒。很多年後我的第一次婚姻對象是西方人，那個夢中「初吻」，是不是冥冥之中早有的暗示？（注：現實生活中，那家店實際上我只路過幾次，沒進去過，是在西藏中路和新閘路交叉路口。入口處也不是旋轉門，70年代的我應該還沒聽說過旋轉門。）

隨著時間的推移，後來的夢裡就可以與情人如膠似漆，顛鸞倒鳳了。這類夢是越做越離奇，越精彩，越狂妄。

有一次竟然是在一個自然景色中有坡有樹、人群如潮，個個裸體，男女狂歡，千姿百態。這場景有點像耶羅尼米斯·博斯（Hieronymus Bosch）的「人間樂園」（Garden of Earthly Delights）。他們還彎曲著身子，背朝背、股對股（不可思議的姿勢）地交歡。就在他們局部身體接觸的一剎那，突然天崩地裂，地動山搖。（可能是上蒼也對這淫亂震怒了）

1993年10月23日夢：大漠春雨與Y老師

令人不可思議的是，在1993年10月23日，Y老師竟然出現在我的夢裡了。翌日清晨我記下了那個夢：

昨晚做了一個奇妙的夢，Y老師時隔二十年之後第一次進入了我的夢鄉。情愫瀰漫，渴望萌動……他牽著我的手在一棟辦公大樓裡款款而行…… 但大廳裡、辦公室裡、走廊上到處都是人。在長長的走道裡繞了很久，找到了一間空無一人的房間。終於被他吻了的感覺，彷彿大漠被春雨滋潤，猶如沐浴在冬日暖暖的陽光裡……可就在那一刻，突然注意到窗外和敞開的門口有人正在窺視著。醒了。

1998年10月21日夢：華麗城堡與雲端仙境

黎晨和她父親以及一個哥哥待在一座華麗的城堡裡。門鈴響了，他們的管家正好有事不在，黎晨便去開了門。站在門口的是一位高大英俊的年輕人，他是黎晨中學時代的一個女同學的哥哥，叫黃鷹，就住在隔壁門洞裡。他在文化大革命期間是一位大明星，會唱歌、跳舞和表演說唱。手裡的竹板上下翻飛打得啪啪作響，口里的快板兒書說得溜溜兒的，嗓音洪亮棒極了。那時候幾乎每個年輕女孩都迷戀他，但那時黎晨還太小，吸引不了他的注意。

這一開門見到黃鷹特地來看她，黎晨感到受寵若驚。他們坐在一張漂亮的古董沙發上，愉快地聊著天。房間裡燭光昏暗，氣氛很浪漫。很快黎晨意識到自己從腰部以下什麼都沒穿。她試著用手遮住自己，因為太暗了，她以為沒有人會注意到。然而她突然感覺到他的手輕輕碰觸著她的雙腿之間，感到既興奮又美好。

不，黎晨心想，「我不該讓他這樣對我，因為我的哥哥和爸爸還在屋裡。」

「我們出去吧，」黃鷹說著，輕輕吻了她的嘴唇。

他們走了出去。眼前是一片魔幻的景象，看起來像是一個個迷你的山脈，起伏的丘陵和山峰。它讓黎晨想起了黃山，但尺度要小得多。他倆夢幻般地沿著森林小徑飄浮，月光透過茂密的樹葉在他們裸露的身體上投下光影。他的身體就像那些希臘神像，皮膚光滑細緻，肌肉結實而修長。雲朵環繞著這片仙境，他們在那兒手拉手飄浮著，像天女散花般穿行，毫不費力。

忽然他們聽到下面傳來快樂的叫喊聲，打破了這片美麗而平靜的時刻。透過雲層俯瞰，聚集在山谷中有一大波人群。這個山谷比迷你黃山景觀低很多。似乎這片魔幻景觀在天上，而山谷在地上。

人群中央似乎有人在表演。他們飄下來近距離一看，驚訝又欣喜地看到一小群英俊的年輕男子，雙手緊握陰莖，像是在進行某種古老且禁忌的儀式般自慰。

周圍的人群興奮地跳躍、笑著看表演，真是群情沸騰。有三個年輕男子一個接一個地站起來，進行高潮表演。白色的精液向四處飛濺，射得高高的。人群歡呼雀躍。那精液流似乎永無止境。

一名穿著薄薄白袍的年輕女子背對著一名男子，讓精液飆射她。當精液浸透她的長袍，讓它像第二層皮膚般黏在身上時，她發出歡愉的喊叫和呻吟。人們能看到她優雅的背部和臀部線條。

精液四濺，男人們彷彿玩水管，讓水流上升、交織又落回他們身上。

黎晨和黃鷹站在一棵松樹旁，高高地俯視著那群狂歡的人群，溫柔地結合在一起。「噢！親愛 的……」黎晨低語道，用手輕柔地引導著愛人……他倆雙唇溫柔地貼在一起；當他在黎晨體內釋放的那一刻，她因極致的喜悅而戰慄不已。

1999年1月18日夢：閃爍的按摩帝國與靜止的觀望者

昨晚我做了一個奇怪的夢。一個國家剛剛開始改革，人們開始創辦各種各樣的生意，發揮自己的才能。夢裡出現了一個由四個女孩組成的團體。她們中有兩個白人，一個印度人，一個南亞人。她們開了一家按摩店，一開始只是晚上在公園裡露天營業。她們一字排開坐著等待顧客。

一位漂亮的亞洲女孩走了過來，她選擇了團體中的南亞女孩為她按摩。然後兩個亞洲女孩脫掉了衣服，按摩師仍然坐在椅子上，顧客轉過身彎下腰，她光滑緊緻的臀部對著按摩師。按摩師開始從背後給她按摩，我看到她的手指輕柔巧妙地觸碰著顧客的私密部位，刺激著她……然後動作越來越激烈……

生意似乎很快就興隆起來。她們很快就在公園附近開一家漂亮的店。許多類似的按摩團體也出現了，競爭變得非常激烈。按摩女郎們穿著華麗閃亮的衣服，成群結隊地在公園裡走來走去，試圖招募最好的按摩師。我看到一個亞洲團體優雅地走近第一個團體，一邊走一邊低聲對那個南亞女孩說：「加入我們，加入我們……」

在夢裡，我是一個老婦人，甚至連站起來走路都做不到……

2003年2月14日夢：情人節的無望之愛

Jay Leno 的情人節秀裡 Kurt Russell 是座上賓。黎晨躺著看完了電視就睡著了。是夜「Kurt Russell」竟然進入她的夢了！卿卿我我極盡纏綿。

當然夢裡的男子只是酷似 Kurt Russell 罷了，不僅形似而且神似。風度翩翩、舉止瀟灑。

在一家正在籌建的公司辦公室裡，「Kurt」與其他幾個同事一起正在佈置，裝貼牆腳上的條。黎晨走了進去，有一個人是她的老同事——D會計，其他的人她不認識。

黎晨幫他們出了點注意怎樣裝貼。幹累了大家席地而躺著。「Kurt」在黎晨邊斜躺著，隱隱約約地黎晨感到一點被壓，睜開眼睛一看「Kurt」正用他那健壯迷人的上身輕輕地壓下來，他的右胳膊撐在地上右手託著頭，帶著他那特有的醉人的微笑。「嗯……」黎晨不由自主地發出了一聲愜意的輕嘆。手在他那性感的身上摸了一下。怕別人看見，她挪了一下身子，挪出了他的範圍。

可能是太累了，大家都躺下了並且還有薄薄的被子蓋著。「Kurt」與她之間有一、二尺距離。朦朧中他的膝蓋碰了一下她的手，然後她的手就被他的雙膝挾住。輕輕地被膝蓋揉著，漸漸地他的膝蓋與腿將她的手引導到他的私處。似睡非醒中她的手在撩弄他，他的慾望在燃燒著，苦於有礙觀瞻，為防人眼目不能隨心所欲。

撐著軟軟的身子、拖著蹣跚的步伐、懷著柔柔蜜意、帶著淡淡的惋惜，黎晨恍恍惚惚地穿過大街走回家。

將切好的肉絲放在鍋子裡，手機械地擦著盛過肉絲的大碗。仍然沉浸在纏綿的憂憂的失意裡，不可抗拒地愛上了他。

正在為這無望的愛嘆息之際，一隻溫柔的手從她的後腰摟來。她轉過身去，「是你！」驚喜道。他用熾熱的唇封住了她的口，在他的陽剛中她徹底地軟化了，變成了一池春水，蕩起了漣漪……

他走後D會計也來了，他帶了一隻手提箱。打開讓她看裡面的珠寶，說是她很久以前給他的。

窗外「Kurt」正騎車經過，看到了D會計與她在窗前。不知道他是否會誤解黎晨和D會計的關係。好在黎晨的門是敞開著的。

2009年4月7日夢：二十一號門洞的達達聲

夢見夜晚，黎晨跟著陶陶來到一條古老寧靜的小巷子，在一個門牌為21號的門洞口站著做愛。這是與鄰居的房屋接連在一起的二層小屋，外牆是白色的已經舊了，門洞比別家的要深，裡面的木門也有點兒年代了。

黎晨靠在牆上，摟著陶陶的脖子，撐著軟軟的身子，全身心地感受著一下又一下自下而上陶陶的頂刺帶來的快感……

高潮的快意如同一梭子子彈從下面向心靈深處射出，達、達、達、達……黎晨無力地感受著令人銷魂的痙攣。

醒來，胡笳的手正搭在黎晨的肚子上睡著，此時也翻過了身去。
「你做夢了？」
「嗯，夢見做愛。」
「反正不是我。」
「你感到我身子的抽搐了嗎？」
「嗯，腿還夾緊了呢。」

關於雙面同體與草地上的總統（後記）

有一段時間，我的夢中經常出現男女同體的人，上半身是女人，下半身卻是男人，奇妙得很。

還有在克林頓（Bill Clinton）競選的那一年，我做過一個關於他的夢。記得當時自己正躺在草地上，他就躺在我的身邊。然後他身子一滾，直接從我的身上滾到了另外一邊。在夢裡我們好像早就認識，彼此還笑嘻嘻的，但也並沒有其他進一步的動作。好玩的是，後來在電視裡聽到報導，說克林頓當年在許多女子的夢中出現過。我作為一個東方女子，平時也根本不關心選舉和政治，怎麼就會平白無故地夢到他，哈哈。

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Spring Rain in the Desert, Celestial Fairylands, and Alleyway No. 21

The Awakening and Evolution of Desire

In the early years, whenever I encountered a lover in my dreams, their mutual affection ran deep and tender, yet I could never find a secluded, quiet sanctuary to escape the prying eyes of the world and embrace him in peace. More often than not, right at the very precipice of a passionate kiss, I would awake with a lingering sense of profound regret.

My very first physically genuine kiss actually transpired within the theater of sleep. The setting was the entrance of a famous 24-hour establishment in Shanghai called the "Xinghuo Day & Night Store." In my dream, the storefront was constructed of several large, revolving glass-and-wooden doors. A male Western stranger was exiting from the inside just as I was preparing to enter; he suddenly wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into a passionate embrace that startled me awake. Many years later, the object of my first real-life marriage would indeed be a Westerner. Looking back, was that nocturnal "first kiss" a mystical premonition subtly mapped out by destiny?

(Note: In reality, I had only walked past that shop a few times and had never actually stepped inside; it was located at the intersection of Xizang Middle Road and Xinzha Road. The entrance didn't actually have revolving doors either—back in the 1970s, I doubt I had even heard of a revolving door.)

As the gears of time marched forward, the landscape of my dreams shifted. I was finally able to enjoy complete, uninhibited intimacy with her dream lovers, turning the world upside down in passionate abandon. These dreams grew increasingly surreal, magnificent, and breathtakingly wild.

The Sacred Carnality of the Earthly Delights

On one occasion, I found myself immersed in a natural landscape defined by undulating hills and lush trees, where a massive crowd of people—all entirely nude—gathered to indulge in a grand, multi-faceted bacchanal of physical pleasure. The sprawling spectacle perfectly mirrored Hieronymus Bosch’s masterpiece, The Garden of Earthly Delights. The revelers contorted their bodies in impossible, back-to-back, hip-to-hip positions of intimacy. Yet, at the precise fraction of a second when their bodies made localized physical contact, an apocalyptic event erupted: the skies shattered and the mountains groaned, a violent earthquake rocking the very foundations of the earth. (Perhaps the Heavens themselves had erupted in righteous fury over such chaotic abandon.)

October 23, 1993: The Spring Rain and the Desert

I had a wondrous dream last night; Teacher Y entered my slumbers for the very first time after twenty long years apart. A profound sentiment filled the air, and a dormant longing began to stir... He gently took my hand, and together we strolled gracefully through a massive office building. However, the lobbies, the offices, and the corridors were suffocatingly crowded with people. After wandering through the long hallways for what felt like ages, we finally discovered an empty, private room. The sensation of finally being kissed by him felt as though a barren desert was being thoroughly nourished by a gentle spring rain, or like being bathed entirely in the warm, comforting sunshine of a cold winter day... Yet, at that precise moment, I suddenly noticed people peering at us through the windows and the wide-open doorway. And then, I awoke.

October 21, 1998: The Celestial Maiden and the Fountain of Youth

Li Chen, along with her father and one of her older brothers, occupied a splendid, magnificent chateau. The doorbell rang, and since their butler happened to be away on business, Li Chen went to answer it. Standing at the threshold was a tall, exceptionally handsome young man named Huang Ying—the older brother of one of her junior high classmates, who lived in the adjacent alleyway entrance. During the Cultural Revolution, he had been a massive celebrity, renowned for his singing, dancing, and rhythmic comic recitations. With bamboo clappers flipping dynamically between his fingers, snapping out sharp cadences, his rapid-fire raps were delivered in a booming, magnificent voice that enchanted every young girl of that era. Back then, Li Chen had been far too young to ever catch his attention.

Finding Huang Ying at her door, visiting her specifically, left Li Chen feeling profoundly flattered. They sat close together on an antique sofa, conversing pleasantly beneath the dim, romantic glow of flickering candlelight. Suddenly, Li Chen realized she was wearing absolutely nothing from the waist down. She attempted to shield herself with her hands, assuming the shroud of darkness would keep her secret hidden. Yet, unexpectedly, she felt the gentle, exquisite touch of his hand brushing between her thighs, igniting a sensation that was both thrilling and beautiful.

No, Li Chen thought to herself, I must not allow him to do this to me. My father and brother are still inside the house.

"Let us go outside," Huang Ying whispered, pressing a soft, tender kiss against her lips.

Together, they stepped out into a magical, surreal landscape of miniature mountain ranges, rolling hills, and jagged peaks. It evoked the ethereal grandeur of Yellow Mountain, yet scaled down to a whimsical, intimate size. Dreamily, they floated along a dense forest path, the silver moonlight casting intricate shadows across their completely naked bodies through the thick canopy of leaves. His physique resembled the flawless marble statues of Greek gods—silky smooth skin stretched over lean, sculpted muscle. Shrouded in swirling mists, they drifted hand-in-hand through this fairyland, moving effortlessly like celestial maidens scattering flowers.

Suddenly, a chorus of joyous shouting and ecstatic cheers broke through the serene silence of the night. Peering down through a rift in the clouds, they overlooked a colossal valley situated far below their heavenly mountain retreat; it appeared that while they walked in the heavens, humanity gathered on the earth below.

In the center of the subterranean crowd, a performance was underway. Floating lower to catch a closer look, they were startled and delighted to witness a group of handsome young men tightly gripping their penises, masturbating in unison as if performing some ancient, forbidden ritual of fertility. The surrounding masses leapt and laughed in sheer exhilaration, a sea of boiling, ecstatic human energy. Three young men stood up in succession, reaching the absolute zenith of their climax. Streams of pearly white semen shot violently outward, blasting high and far into the dark sky as the crowd screamed in rapturous joy. The fountain of life seemed entirely infinite.

A young woman clad in a gossamer white gown turned her back toward one of the men, allowing the soaring streams to drench her completely. As the fluid saturated her garment, causing the fabric to cleave to her flesh like a second skin, she let out gasps and moans of raw pleasure. Through the translucent, soaked dress, the elegant, graceful contours of her back and buttocks were exposed to the night air. The men directed the streams upward, weaving and braiding the fluid like boys playing with water hoses before letting it rain back down upon their bodies.

Standing beside a towering pine tree, gazing down at the bacchanal from their lofty sanctuary, Li Chen and Huang Ying tenderly locked their bodies together. "Oh! Dearest..." Li Chen murmured, her hands gently guiding her lover into her core. Their lips pressed fiercely together, and the moment he exploded inside her, her entire being shuddered with the absolute, exquisite weight of pure ecstasy.

January 18, 1999：The Shimmering Massage Empires

I had a strange dream last night. A country had just begun its reformation; people were establishing all kinds of businesses and unleashing their individual talents. In the dream, a collective consisting of four young women appeared. Among them were two Caucasians, one Indian, and one South Asian. They opened a massage business, which initially operated open-air in a park under the cover of night. They sat lined up in a single row, waiting for clientele.

A beautiful Asian girl walked over, selecting the South Asian girl from the collective to give her a massage. Then, the two Asian girls shed their clothing. The masseuse remained seated in her chair, while the customer turned around and bent over, directing her smooth, firm buttocks toward the masseuse. The masseuse began massaging her from behind, and I watched as her fingers gently and masterfully caressed the customer’s private region, stimulating her... and then the motions grew increasingly intense...

The business seemed to flourish rapidly. Before long, they opened a beautiful storefront near the park. Numerous similar massage syndicates materialized, and the competition became incredibly fierce. The massage maidens clad themselves in magnificent, shimmering garments, parading through the park in grand groups, attempting to recruit the finest talent. I watched as an Asian syndicate elegantly approached the first collective, whispering to the South Asian girl as they glided past: 'Join us, join us...'

Within the dream, I was a frail old woman, entirely unable to even stand up and walk.

February 14, 2003: The Long-Lost Jewels and the Pool of Spring Water

On the evening of Valentine's Day, Kurt Russell was featured as the guest of honor on The Jay Leno Show. Li Chen watched the broadcast from her bed before drifting off to sleep. That very night, "Kurt Russell" entered her dreamscape, initiating an incredibly intimate and deeply affectionate romance!

The man in her dream was simply the spitting image of Kurt Russell—not only in physical form but in his dashing temperament, possessing an effortless elegance and a captivating charm.

The setting was the bustling office of a newly founded company. "Kurt," alongside several colleagues, was busily installing baseboard molding along the edges of the walls. Li Chen walked inside, spotting an old colleague of hers—Accountant D—among the crowd, though the remaining faces were entirely unfamiliar.

Li Chen stepped forward, offering a few clever suggestions on how to align the molding. Exhausted from the labor, the crew eventually collapsed onto the floor to rest. "Kurt" reclined right beside Li Chen, his upper body propped up by his right forearm, his hand supporting his head. Subconsciously, Li Chen felt a gentle weight pressing down upon her; opening her eyes, she found "Kurt" leaning his muscular, devastatingly handsome chest lightly against her, wearing his signature, intoxicating smile. "Mmm..." a contented, breathless sigh escaped Li Chen's lips. Her hand reached out, gently caressing his sensual body. Yet, terrified of being seen by the others, she subtly shifted her torso, sliding out from beneath his frame.

Perhaps overcome by exhaustion, everyone eventually settled down to sleep beneath thin blankets. A distance of a foot or two separated "Kurt" and Li Chen. In the hazy twilight of slumber, his knee brushed against her hand, and suddenly her hand was gently caught and held between his knees. With a soft, rubbing motion, his legs slowly guided her hand toward his private region. Floating in a state between sleep and waking, her fingers began to caress him, his burning desire fanned to a fierce blaze. Yet, tormented by the public setting, they were forced to restrain their passions to evade the watchful eyes of the office.

Dragging her softened body and heavy, stumbling steps, carrying a deep well of tender affection mixed with a faint, sorrowful regret, Li Chen walked through the streets in a daze, heading back to her house.

Standing in her kitchen, she tossed sliced meat into a wok, her hand mechanically wiping down a large bowl that had held the ingredients. Her soul remained utterly marooned in the melancholic, intoxicating longing of that dream, realizing she had fallen hopelessly in love with him.

Just as she let out a heavy sigh over this impossible romance, a pair of gentle arms suddenly reached around from behind, wrapping securely around her waist. She spun around in sheer shock and delight—"It's you!" she gasped. He instantly sealed her lips with a scalding, passionate kiss. Surrounded by his overwhelming masculinity, her entire spirit completely dissolved, turning into a pool of spring water, rippling softly in the quiet kitchen.

After his departure, Accountant D materialized in the kitchen, carrying a heavy briefcase. Opening the latches, he revealed a spectacular hoard of brilliant jewels, claiming they were treasures Li Chen had entrusted to him a long, long time ago.

Outside the window, "Kurt" happened to ride past on his bicycle, catching sight of Li Chen and Accountant D standing close together by the glass. Li Chen worried if he would misinterpret their relationship. Fortunately, the front door to her house remained completely wide open.

April 7, 2009: The Subconscious Pulse of the Old Alleyway

Under the cover of night, Li Chen followed Tao Tao into an ancient, profoundly quiet alleyway, coming to a halt before a deep entrance marked with the house number 21 to make love. The structure was a weathered, two-story townhouse connected to neighboring buildings, its white exterior walls worn with age. The recessed doorway was significantly deeper than those of the surrounding homes, and the wooden door inside bore the rich patina of a bygone era.

Plastered flat against the wall, her arms wrapped tightly around Tao Tao’s neck, Li Chen abandoned her softened body entirely to the rhythm, absorbing the intense waves of pleasure brought by each upward thrust of his body.

The raw ecstasy of her climax felt exactly like a rapid volley of bullets fired from a machine gun, tearing straight into the deepest chambers of her soul—da, da, da, da... Li Chen lay completely powerless, drifting in the exquisite, shattering convulsions of fulfillment.

Upon snapping awake, she found Hu Jia’s hand resting gently across her stomach, his body turning over to face away from her in his sleep.

"Were you dreaming?" he murmured drowsily.
"Mmm, I dreamed of making love," Li Chen replied.
"Well, it certainly wasn't with me," he grumbled.
"Did you actually feel my body shaking?" she asked.
"Mmm," he replied, "and your legs were clamped incredibly tight too." 

Postscript: On Androgynous Visions and the Rolling President

For a certain period, androgynous figures frequently materialized within my dreams—possessing a female upper body but a male lower body. It was remarkably peculiar.

Additionally, during the year of Bill Clinton’s election campaign, I had a dream about him. I recall lying on the grass, and he was lying right beside me. Then, with a sudden roll of his body, he rolled directly over me onto the other side. In the dream, it felt as though we had known each other for a long time; we were both smiling and cheerful, though absolutely no further actions occurred. Amusingly, I later heard a report on television stating that Clinton had appeared in the dreams of countless women that year. As an Eastern woman who normally holds zero interest in elections or politics, it is quite funny how I managed to dream of him out of the blue, haha.

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.

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