Dreams and Self-Reflection

Dreamscape

The dream scene is set in: an elementary school located on the top of a slightly elevated hill. My home is far from the school, but not unreachable.

On a pitch-black night, so dark you could not see your hand in front of your face, it seemed that this dream world was always trapped in such darkness. Although I couldn’t see the path under my feet or sense anything around me—only emptiness—I was very clear about my destination: the “garbage pile” in the upper right corner of the elementary school. The elementary school itself was perched on the top of a hill about several dozen meters tall, because a flame-like glowing orb was emitting a faint but steady light there, guiding me from afar.

In this pitch-dark environment, although I couldn’t see anything around me, I felt the road beneath my feet, which seemed to wind in a “Z” shape. Why was there a path? Perhaps when I saw or sensed the flame orb, a path had already formed.

As I kept moving towards the flame orb, it stayed right where it was, radiating light throughout the night—not strong, even somewhat blurry, but I could clearly sense its location. When I reached the foot of the hill, I discovered that the flame orb I had been sensing was precisely at the upper right corner of the hilltop. There was also a smaller flame orb at the lower left corner near the elementary school’s gate. At that moment, I realized: to reach the flame orb I had always seen in my mind, I first had to pass by this smaller orb, or in other words, enter the school through the main gate.

After discovering the smaller flame orb and clarifying my immediate goal, the path, and my plan, I drove a “tractor” twisting and turning along the way to the main gate. Along this route, although I couldn’t see any obstacles, I instinctively knew every detour I made was to avoid an obstacle—more precisely, obstacles I had to navigate around by “driving the tractor.” In reality, this tractor was my father’s tractor.

After entering the school gate and stepping into the smaller flame orb, I seemed to enter a space about the size of a sports field inside a building. It was very bright inside, with no shadows at all. There were “elders,” children, men, and women—all familiar Asian faces. A few women looked curiously at me; I greeted them with “hello,” and they responded with a curious “hello” in return. Then I noticed some very large, row-aligned freezers nearby. Inside these freezers were packets of sealed food, each corresponding to a person’s name. These names seemed to cover everyone in the world, including those inside this space. Each packet held food like lamb, balanced meat and vegetables, or seafood mixed with vegetables. The size and weight of the packets were roughly similar.

At that moment, I saw an “ordinary middle-aged woman” come to pick up her food packet. She complained that her food wasn’t enough and wanted more, so she reached out with her “dark and chubby” hand, opening a packet labeled with someone else’s name and grabbed half the seafood and vegetables from it. There seemed to be a freezer attendant nearby who saw this but didn’t intervene or speak. They tacitly accepted it. Why? Presumably, this “ordinary middle-aged woman” belonged to “this inside space.” When I saw this happen, I was filled with disdain. The freezer attendant told me: once you enter this place, besides your own packet, you can freely take “a certain amount” of food from packets labeled with others’ names. But I refused. At this point, the dream scene shifted.

It was again a very bright space, without any shadows. I walked to an enormous wooden table that could seat a hundred people, but at this moment, only about half the seats were occupied. A middle-aged man was sitting there with his newly adult son. The man gave me a slight nod as a friendly greeting but then stopped looking at me. His son, however, stared at me with a sinister look, obviously harboring malicious intent. Initially, I ignored the young man’s menacing gaze and instead chatted amicably with others around the table. Listening to their conversations, I realized each person had extensive networks and resource relationships entangled with many others; no one was insignificant, so everyone conversed amicably.

At some point, perhaps feeling the sinister young man had stared at me too long, I angrily snapped at him, “Little brat, who are you looking at?” The young man sneered, looked over at his father, who immediately shifted from the elegant, gentlemanly friendly smile he had initially shown to a dark, hostile glare directed at me. I believed I had done nothing wrong and maintained direct eye contact without submission. Then others around us seemed to notice. First, four or five people came over and stared at me; I did not back down. Then twenty people surrounded me, silently watching; I still stood my ground. At this moment, I truly felt what it means to be “surrounded by wolves.” The pressure mounted sharply but was still within my limit. The next moment, I woke up.

Self-Reflection

1. When you see “dirty hands” grabbing resources that don’t belong to them, don’t disdain or look down on yourself; this is a reality phenomenon.

2. Words can cause disasters; stay calm, listen more, observe more, think more, speak less. Keep your facial expressions neutral to avoid revealing your emotions or thoughts.

3. Build your own network of relationships and resources.

4. Stay calm, low-profile, hidden, and keep learning.

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