2008年9月9日 星期二

Running on A Snake's Body

Last night I met monstrosity in my dream.

I was running, and somebody shouted at me “Run! Run!”

For A while, something stroke horror into me because I gradually found what under my feet was a straight huge snake’s body. And I was running from its tail to its head while maintain my balance.

At the end of my running, I saw the snake’s head and its tongue, like a monster I ever seen before. I jumped over it and without any hesitation for what I thought was end this terrible journey quickly no matter what I can get finally.

To my surprise, when I landed on the safe space, a TV host led me to the front stage and say something with smile on his face. I didn’t remember what he said but I realize I just took part in a TV game show and it seemed I got score in my part. I looked around to see many celebrities were sitting there and one of them prepared to do again what I just ended, they call that “Game”.

A voice told me the monster snake model was intension for being a living animal snake. My God! Does it mean what I did a few minutes ago at Basic Level? Am I brave one or not?

2008年9月1日 星期一

Philosophic Book Turned Thin

Last night, I made a dream about philosophy:

I couldn’t remember how this dream began but I think it is related with the book “Sophie’s World” by Jostein Gaarder, I am reading it these days. What I can remember after wake up is that I put a heavy philosophic book or some kind of philosophic dictionary into my pocket and went to an open-air street market for inexpensive or secondhand articles with my friends. When I walked in the crowd, suddenly, I felt my arm was hit by a guy walked by me with a smile. I thought that is a thief, and I check my pocket for something been stolen at once. I found my philosophic book turned into thin, which has lost a lot of pages.

At this moment, another old man with wrinkle on his face walked by me and I subconscious realized he is a wise person or even a philosopher. So I asked him why my philosophic book turn thin, but he seemed absence of mind, I looked into his eyes that something else was making him worried. I couldn’t get the answer until his granddaughter came here (a litter girl) with crying. I didn’t heard clearly what they were talking about, but I noticed that their eyes on a shabby house which maybe dismantled, I guess. They were so desperate because they became homeless.

Now, I understand the reason of their pain in heart. But why my philosophic book turned thin and what clues told me that old man is a sage?