I had a strange dream, the dream was very long, but the time in the dream was only 28 minutes.
When I left the house that day, my father stood in front of my house and watched me.
Before he could take a few steps, he turned and took his sickle and hoe and carried the bamboo basket on his back to the field.
I was dazed, in a trance, not knowing whether to be happy or sad.
It was the first time I left home.
It was clear from his eagerly anticipated brown-spotted face that he wanted me to go a little further.
Strangely enough, the environment in the home has changed a lot
I can't even see home in my dreams
I only remember that it was a half-open door, and my father was standing in the doorway
There was a noise inside from time to time, and it should be the sound that my mother made when she was busy
I was carrying a bag, and I didn't know what was in it.
Probably when I was 12 years old.
Walk the familiar and unfamiliar path.
Familiar because the size of the small footprints on the road matches my.
Strange because it seems to have never been walked again.
The surrounding area is clean, there is no weed, there is no impression of bamboo forests and sparse shrubs, only the path with no head in sight.
I walked and inadvertently climbed a few steps.
It was relaxing, no surprises, all the way smooth.
At first, I could still see the home in retrospect.
It's still that door, and sometimes the door is lonely.
Sometimes I saw several people walking in, and it was estimated that they had come to visit the door.
Without giving it much thought, keep going.
Walked, walked, and climbed another step.
It was a little hard this time, a little bit of a struggle.
I took a few breaths before I was done.
I stood on the steps and looked back, and I faintly saw several figures.
It was my childhood playmates, and I waved and motioned for them to follow.
I thought they would follow, but the truth was unexpected.
Some of them turned around and went back.
Disappearing into view, unable to see the road ahead, it is certain that they are no longer on the same path as me.
Two of them followed, and I turned my head to say hello.
In exchange for the same strange gesture.
It is only certain that we know each other, but do not know where to start as if they are isolated from each other, and each other can also talk across the wall.
You can hear the voice, judge who the other person is, and occasionally make jokes.
Just a companion, I looked around, the road is still very strange, the surrounding can not say bare, is nothing, just exists, looking back too far to see is not clear, looking forward can not see the end of the only step in front of you
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I looked down, under the foot was 16 two numbers, unclear meaning, looking back on the road, vaguely remembered in my mind a group of people about the same age as themselves gathered for a while, and then they scattered, a few walked together, a few looked back, two looked at it and never appeared again, the number on the steps at that time seemed to be 12, vague, can be remembered, but not as clear as the 16 in front of me.
Without thinking about it, I continued to rush forward, and the two companions who were walking side by side with me didn't seem to care so much.
In front of you is a higher step.
Taller than me.
There are two ridges in the middle of the steps, which are divided into three.
There are tow ropes on the top, and there are some traces on the steps.
It is estimated that the predecessors climbed over.
I climbed up the leash, along those if there were no traces.
At first, it went well, with the feet and hands having real points of focus except for the rope.
To the second hurdle.
The leash was still there, still strong, but when I stepped on a point of force, I suddenly slipped under my feet and almost didn't knock my teeth off.
The focus point on the second hurdle is really strange, some lightly touch it and disappear, some are still there when they are touched, a force, let you fall on your head, look at the two companions next to them, they are very happy, it seems not so hard, I don't know if there is a tooth like me.
Fortunately, the tow rope was very strong, so I stumbled along the tow rope to the third hurdle.
The two companions are the same, but there seem to be a lot of people around, similar ages, occasionally we have to talk and laugh, weird is some people, you can see him /her, you can also greet them, the distance is very close is not touchable.
Some people feel malice from a distance, and even come to cut the traction rope on the body, fortunately, some people come out to stop it, several, they seem to have different divisions of labor, protecting you, dragging you, and restraining you, they seem to be the leader, teaching me how to climb, and seem to be pulling me down like a demon in hell. There happened to be a beautiful opposite sex, who approached me with the intention of supporting each other, and I was about to touch her, and I was cruelly pulled away by the leader pulling the leash, and the expression on their faces was no longer the kind of simple malice, as if to tell me that premature companionship was more unfavorable to the way forward.
Sometimes finding a relatively easy path is still dragged back by the leader.
Everything around is changing, and the tow rope is still very strong.
In front of us is the third hurdle, which is a little different from the previous one.
It seems to be the path that has been climbed before, familiar, as if I have experienced it before, the focus points are the same, but also feel strange, some of the focus points are still unable to distinguish between virtual reality, obviously it is exactly the same focus point, stepping on it only to find that it is virtual, stepping on it is also more and more people, there are many people who fall, some even give up, no longer climb, some people find a relatively easy way to walk, no longer need to climb, and the traction rope on their bodies is slowly disappearing, as if they no longer need the same.
I had no choice, I couldn't drag the leader, I could only grope and continue to move forward, pulling each other along the way, climbing up, fortunately, there was no danger, and I successfully climbed the third hurdle.
After climbing the third hurdle, the road in front of me seems to be better to walk, the leader is also gone, and at the same time disappeared is the traction rope that has been accompanying me, thinking about the people who have met the events that happened, obviously the experience is so real, but now there is no trace of the only change is the number of the steps under the feet, much clearer than the 16 on the previous step, now it is 19, I guess the meaning of this number, I feel that it is very familiar, but no matter how hard I try to think about it, I can't think of what it means, Suddenly I found that the most terrifying and strange experience along the way was these numbers, it had been following, but I couldn't remember what it was, even if I scratched my head and scratched the blood, I still didn't have any impression.
I looked around and something even more eerie happened.
The companions I met on the road, starting from the same height position, now there are high and low, some of the steps on the number 21, but sticking to the ground, some of the steps are also 19 but higher than me, the mind also flashed the scene that just climbed the third hurdle, he was dragged by the leader very badly, his face was full of injuries, in his treatment of the wound I found the gap between the numbers, but he stood higher than me, it was really too strange.
I couldn't believe my eyes, I was really frightened by the scene in front of me, I looked carefully, everyone had numbers under their feet, everyone's step height was different, in the gap between my distractions, everyone dispersed, going in different directions, and the last time it was different, the distance and height between the steps and the steps this time were different, some looked very far, and some were very close as if they were going to hit head-on with one more step.
I really couldn't understand all this, 30 minutes ago, I was still lying on a one-meter-eight bed, brushing my headlines, and I didn't expect to come to such a different world.
Not long after, I recalled the father's eagerly anticipating eyes when he first went out, his tired eyes seemed to write, son, you have to go farther, or that gaze, or that face, the difference is that the two handfuls of hair that are not much repaired in his ears have become much whiter, his resolute chin has grown a lot of white whiskers, his back is also hunched a little, the action of carrying the bamboo basket is no longer so powerful and smooth, the mother is still busy at home, I don't know what she does all day, only to see a few dangling figures flashing, The memory of the old house is clear a lot, the new bright cement wall is no longer so dazzling as if it is covered with gray paint, the old-fashioned tiles do not look as shiny as before, the red paint on the door has fallen off a lot, a little black, the kitchen door is still half open, not far away there is a pig cry, probably hungry again.
Suddenly I wanted to go home and take a closer look, and all I could do was the steps where I stood and the clearerly printed number 19, and a seemingly flat road, and there was no way but to go down the road.
The next road is good to walk a lot, do not use both hands and feet, do not have to be pulled by the strong leader, but cold or will step on a pit,
Splashed me with sewage and kicked a small pebble, and the pain made me shiver. Fortunately, this road is relatively smooth, walking is not so difficult and boring, you can find someone to accompany, sometimes happy and noisy, sometimes all the way without words, but you can also look at the scenery along the way, flowers and greenery, everything, but still by some seemingly harmless things stung many times, sometimes look at the scenery to run too far away from the road, almost lost in the world of flowers and flowers, you may feel funny dreams can get lost, the real situation is indeed like this.
In general, this section of the road is not so laborious, it is a little manic, it is estimated that it is due to the kicking of the quilt several times.
The end of this section is no longer a step, the same is that the number is still there, this time it is 23, a wonderful number, I really don't know what it wants to express. There seem to be a lot more people on the road, some are very busy every day to meet other people, form groups, organize activities, some bury their heads, walk in that standard straight line all day, occasionally look around, it seems that they don't care so much about the scenery around them, some are full of companions all day, walk a section, change one, walk a section to change one.
At the end of the road is a series of doors, behind the door is also the road, some wide and open, some look a little rugged, some are a sheep's gut trail, some are bare and unremarkable, each of us with a curious mentality began to choose the path we want to go, find the key hidden in the doorway, open the door like opening Pandora's box, and walk in.
I chose a seemingly rugged road that leads directly to the top of the mountain, walked into the door, took the first step, and walked for a while to find that going forward was an abyss.
After opening the door, I walked forward quickly, not expecting to be too anxious to step on the air, falling into a deep pit,
The pit is surrounded by high walls, the space is small and pressed I can't breathe, at this time lying on the bed is like being pressed by a ghost, I yelled loudly but could not make a sound, I tried to climb up, but fell down hard, trying to catch the vines that climbed on the wall, but not so strong or fell down fiercely, no way, I collapsed at the bottom of the pit, I saw the number on the wall is 25, clear and a little bright, can not climb out to make me very irritable, really want to cut it down, but how hard I can, The numbers were getting brighter and brighter like bulbs with larger wattage, and there was no way, it seemed that I had to get used to its existence, the walls around me were smooth, and the vines hanging from the mouth of the cave, under the action of the sun and the breeze, formed a thick horizontal line at the bottom of the cave and dangled around, and when it fell on the body, it was like a whip with a barb, whipping my body, as a punishment for not choosing the right path, obviously not injured, but it was so painful and breathless.
At that moment, I felt that I wanted to wake up and open my eyes, but no matter how I roared, my throat was like a jammed gear, the harder I broke it, the tighter the card became, the more I wanted to scream, the more there was no sound, I waved my hands, made movements, wanted to wake myself up, but my hands were like being sucked out of the bones, and the softest bit of strength could not be sent out.
At this time it was raining outside, there was nowhere to hide in the hole, I was soaking wet, I was still trying to climb up, with my hands on the damp wall to cut out the focus point, slowly climbing upwards, blood mixed with drowning along the wall left, leaving a dark red mark on the wall. Finally, crawling out before exhausting the last bit of strength, I collapsed on the flat ground at the mouth of the cave, breathing in fresh air mixed with the rain, and the rain was still falling, compared to not being at the bottom of the cave. It's just that the damn number is in front of you again, this time it's 28, unusually glaring. Looking at the light it emits, it seems to be about to empty your pupils.
Looking back, I saw the scene that happened when I saw the numbers, the first time I left home at 12 o'clock, the companions of my childhood began to scatter at 16 o'clock, the difficult climb along the way at 19 o'clock, the higher steps at 23, the lower companions around me, the accidental fall into the bottom of the cave at 25, and the crawl out of the bottom of the hole with all my strength at 28.
At this time, there was no one around, and he could only breathe heavily in the rain, and it was obvious that he still had to hurry, and he couldn't stay at this station for too long.
After climbing out of the hole, the feeling of the ghost pressing the bed is gone, and the sleep is slowly deepening, until a crisp bell rings at the head of the bed, it is an alarm, it turns out that all this is a dream, think about it but it seems familiar. When I opened my eyes, through the curtains, the sky was gray and a chill struck.
It turned out that 12 years old left home for the first time to go to junior high school, 16 years old that will go to high school, 19 years old college entrance examination ended, 23 years old college graduates, 25 years old entrepreneurial failure, and girlfriend broke up, owed a lot of debt, online loan credit card every day cui, 28 years old just paid off the debt clearly, many of the same age people are married and have children, I feel just breathless, but to run faster, and the parents are already a lot older ...
Sure enough, life is like a dream, and in the dream and outside the dream are sneaking...