2011年9月28日夢：
昨晚做了個夢，醒來一直努力記著，早晨趕緊寫下來。
在一個有很多東西的大屋子的一角，在亂堆著的衣服和被子下面發現我過去用過的淺藍花格子薄棉被(現實生活中有過)，又在什物架上看到一雙我曾經穿過的淺桔黃底色高筒繡花靴子(現實生活中沒有過)，便想把它們收起來帶走。
從邊上的兩扇大門中，一下子走進來了很多好像剛剛下了課的年輕人，他們順道來取東西。這屋子裡有許多三、四層的貨架，放滿了各式各樣包裝精良的高級巧克力食品。只見他們大大咧咧地亂翻亂找自己喜歡的巧克力，弄得好多都跌落在了地上，也不撿起來。我在邊上說：「美國人也免費取巧克力，但是都各取適量的一份，一點兒也不多拿。」身旁神情冷漠的年輕人把我的話當作耳旁風，繼續來來往往、拿走超量的食物。
我走近邊上的大門，推開一瞧，霍！這裡好像是專為上課用的電影院，古色古香的浮雕牆、懸掛的水晶吊燈豪華得堪比皇宮。裡面不少的人還在往外出來。
再回頭找我的被子和靴子，已經被丟到廢品袋裡，廢品袋倒是不髒，裡面差不多都是被遺棄的簇新的全棉平布茶巾。
在擁擠、麻木、浪費習以為常的人群中，我無奈地說：「真是末劫時期了。」當即聽到有人說：「能說出這句話的人一定是高層次上來的。」我馬上回頭，卻找不著說話的人。
看到我姪女和她母親倆在一個大百貨公司路過，奇怪她們長得一模一樣並且沒留意我就在邊上。「唉~嘿~嘿~」我朝她們喊，她們看到我後，匆匆打個招呼就走了，我升起一絲被冷落的感覺。
突然我被一個不懷好意、三十多歲的女人拽住左手並往外拖，同時感到背部有針刺般疼痛，頓時感覺背部開始發麻，反手摸到一個針頭，拔出一根兩三寸長的金針，又摸到針頭絞在一起的兩根扎進肉裡的金針，順手拔出後刺到拉著我的女人右背下方，並用力轉著圈甩她，直到把她拋開。
感覺到一路上又有幾個人來追，我一邊逃一邊大聲地喊著：「救人哪！救人哪！救人哪！」 (應該是喊救命吧)。
我跑著跑著就飛了起來，天色逐漸暗下來，匆匆中瞥見底下擁擠的人群中有向空中伸出手臂掙扎著、滿臉痛苦的人。
飛著飛著，一下子飛進了一片黑暗，簡直是烏漆墨黑的地方，剛剛那片黑暗天色中多少還有微亮的街燈，現在是漆黑一片，但能看到底下一團團擁擠得黏在了一起的、用了很大的力氣卻只能小小聳動聳動肩膀和人頭、苦難卻無奈、連手臂再也抬不起來、眼睛皮膚全是黑色的、像是被漏油船污染過一樣、滿頭滿臉的黑厚油膩的人群。那樣的黑暗是這輩子從來沒經歷過的，想像不出的黑暗、壓抑。地獄，大概就是這個樣子了吧。空氣中瀰漫著惡臭，我摀住鼻子還在飛，還在喊：「救人哪！救人哪！」那焦灼的呼號在空曠的黑暗中迴盪著，似乎沒有人能聽得見，但嗓子已經喊啞了。
沒有聲音的呼喊還沒停，張著嘴就醒了，嗓子乾得直冒煙兒，床頭櫃上的電子鐘顯示3:47 AM。
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The Black-Oil Hell of the Final Kalpa and the Golden Flight
I had a dream last night, and upon waking, I fought hard to retain it in my memory, rushing to write it down this morning.
In a corner of a massive room packed with clutter, beneath a disorganized pile of clothes and quilts, I discovered a light-blue plaid thin cotton quilt that I used to own in real life. On a nearby shelf, I also spotted a pair of knee-high embroidered boots in a pale orange hue—something I have never owned in reality. I intended to pack them up and take them with me.
Suddenly, a massive crowd of young people, seemingly just dismissed from a class, poured through two large side doors to retrieve their belongings. The room was lined with three- to four-tiered shelves stacked high with beautifully packaged premium chocolate treats. They carelessly rummaged through everything to find their preferred chocolates, knocking many packages to the floor and leaving them scattered there. Standing on the sidelines, I remarked, "Americans get free chocolates too, but everyone takes only a reasonable, single portion; no one takes more than they need." The cold, indifferent youths surrounding me treated my words like the wind passing their ears, continuing to stream back and forth, hoarding excessive amounts of food.
I approached the large side doors and pushed one open—gasp! The space inside looked like a grand movie theater designed for lectures, boasting antique relief carvings on the walls and hanging crystal chandeliers so luxurious they rivaled a royal palace. Quite a few people were still streaming out of the auditorium.
When I turned back to look for my quilt and boots, I found they had already been discarded into a waste bag. The bag wasn’t dirty; inside, it was filled almost entirely with abandoned, brand-new, plain cotton tea towels.
Amidst this crowded, numb populace, where wastefulness was treated as a casual norm, I sighed helplessly and said, "It truly is the era of the final kalpa (the end-times)." Instantly, someone nearby spoke up: "Anyone who can utter those words must have descended from a very high spiritual realm." I turned around immediately, but the speaker was nowhere to be found.
Next, I saw my niece and her mother passing through a massive department store. Strangely, the two of them looked completely identical, and neither noticed me standing right beside them. "Hey! Over here!" I shouted toward them. When they finally spotted me, they offered a rushed, brief greeting and quickly walked away, leaving me with a lingering pang of neglect.
Suddenly, an ill-intentioned woman in her thirties grabbed my left hand and began dragging me outward. Simultaneously, I felt a sharp, needle-like sting in my back, and my entire back began to go numb. Reaching back, my hand brushed against a needle head. I pulled out a golden needle about two to three inches long. Feeling around further, I found two more golden needles tangled together, driven deep into my flesh. After wrenching them free, I stabbed them directly into the lower right back of the woman dragging me, spinning and hurling her with all my might until she was thrown completely away from me.
Sensing that several more pursuers were giving chase along the road, I fled, screaming at the top of my lungs: "Save them! Save them! Save them!" (In hindsight, I probably meant to scream "Save me!").
As I ran, I suddenly took flight, soaring into the air. The sky was gradually darkening. Glancing down in a rush, I caught a glimpse of the dense crowd below—people with agonized expressions, reaching their arms desperately up toward the sky, struggling in vain.
As I flew further, I abruptly plunged into a realm of pure darkness—an abyss so pitch-black it was terrifying. In the previous twilight, there had at least been the faint glimmer of streetlights; now, there was only absolute blackness. Yet, through the dark, I could see clusters of people fused and stuck tightly together below. They exerted immense strength just to slightly nudge their shoulders and heads—a picture of bitter, helpless suffering. They could no longer even lift their arms. Their skin and eyes were entirely black, looking exactly like people heavily contaminated by an oil spill, their heads and faces slicked with thick, greasy black muck. I had never experienced an abyss that dark in my entire life; it was a heavy, suffocating darkness beyond imagination. Hell must look exactly like this. The air reeked of a foul stench. I covered my nose and kept flying, still wailing, "Save them! Save them!" My anxious, burning cries echoed through the vast, empty darkness, seemingly unheard by anyone, until my throat rasped completely hoarse.
The voiceless screaming was still roaring when I snapped awake, my mouth thrown open and my throat so bone-dry it felt as though smoke were rising from it. The digital clock on my nightstand read 3:47 AM.
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