amazing stories

Chapter 18 The Dream of Beijing (1)
Between the ages of 15 and 16, I had a strange dream repeatedly, an unusual dream.This dream has no plot, it's like a camera moving down a very old corridor - the lens of the camera is my eyes.I saw stone floors, ancient copper-colored wooden colonnades, and carved windows on both sides.The corridor was very deep, and I kept walking and walking, but I couldn't get to the end.

During the initial period, I had this dream almost every night, walking repeatedly.Every time I woke up while walking.

I thought it was because the pressure of studying was too great, which led to the generation of this imaginary dream, so I didn't pay much attention to it.This dream has been repeated for two to three months.Suddenly one night, the dream changed.I was walking in the dream, and suddenly realized that there was no way ahead, and I reached the end of the corridor, where there was a door.

It was a wooden door, very old, and the door could not be closed tightly, and it could be seen that it was dark inside.There was no sign on the door, not even a lock.

The dream stopped there.I stood in front of that door, stared at that door, and woke up.

After waking up, I recalled the whole process, and suddenly realized with horror that my understanding was wrong-my dream was not repeated all the time, it was continuous!

In the previous dreams, the corridor I walked through did not stay in a certain section.I have been walking forward in a strangely long corridor, because the objects on both sides are similar, so I always thought that I was repeating every time, but in fact, I kept moving forward.Now I've reached the end of the corridor, and there's a strange door there.

I don't know why, but I think that door is very weird, with a creepy atmosphere.Even more creepy, I thought about what would happen if this dream continued - I would have opened that door and there would be something inside.

This once made me so scared that I didn't even dare to sleep.Strangely, afterward, the dream seemed to start over again, and I reappeared in the hallway.For more than a year, I have had this dream repeatedly, and it always ends at the door of this door.

After that, the dream gradually disappeared.For me, this is a very difficult thing to explain, so I often tell others about this experience, and I get feedback from many friends, saying that it is an adolescent fantasy about sex.

I don't understand what a strange and deep stone corridor has to do with sex, but this dream is deeply etched in my memory.At that time, I didn't really think about it. Where does this strange corridor exist? Is it a complete dream or a memory from my previous life?

This dream, like many other memories, was gradually forgotten until one day.

In 2009, I had a workshop with Italian writers.The seminar went well.In the meantime, we went to visit the Forbidden City together.

Although I have been to Beijing many times, every time I come and go in a hurry, it is the first time to go to the Forbidden City.We followed the tour guide and shuttled around the huge royal courtyard, and we were very tired.

We stopped to rest in an unknown place, behind which is an area that is not open to the public in the Forbidden City.

It was a side hall, not big, and the opposite door could be seen, and the tour guide couldn't tell where it was, and the people traveling with it felt very mysterious.

I have seen many palaces in various places. There are not many obvious differences in ancient Chinese buildings, so I am not very cold. I just watched boredly, thinking about what happened in this palace back then. Thinking, here will be such a situation.

Looking at it, I suddenly discovered that behind the door opposite the side hall was a corridor.Due to structural problems, the light in this corridor is very dark, and it looks extremely deep.

At that moment, I had a fatal sense of familiarity, and immediately, everything in that dream rolled up from my old memory.

Regardless of the guide's obstruction, I climbed over the fence and rushed into the corridor, ran forward, and was surprised to find that this corridor was the one I had passed through countless times in my dreams.Those copper-colored wooden pillars and those carved windows are exactly the same.I kept running forward until finally, I saw the door.

That door stood at the end of the corridor.I stood in front of the door, and the feeling was suffocatingly familiar and, at the same time, terribly creepy.

Frightened, or confused, almost knocked me down, I was terrified.I didn't have a chance to open that door, and I don't know how I was brought out, and I don't know what happened in the end.

After recovering, I began to look for information desperately, I wanted to know where it was.Finally, I finally found an old guide of the Forbidden City, and he told me that that place, called Fenghua Palace, was where the former concubines lived.He also told me a story: in many places in the Forbidden City, there have been unexplainable phenomena.In this Fenghua Palace, it is said that there is a concubine who often sees a shadow standing outside her door, appearing and disappearing from time to time.She didn't dare to open the door to look, until one day, she suddenly disappeared in her room.The eunuchs searched the entire palace, but found no trace.

The old guide told me that the imperial palace in China is actually a Shura field—countless conspiracies and tricks, life and death framed.Under these red walls and blue bricks, I don't know how many people died, and how many unimaginable tragedies happened, so there are endless ghosts, and various legends are endless.However, these things are often the beginning of a conspiracy. The concubine who saw a ghost may also be a victim of a conspiracy.

Most real ghosts hide in people's hearts.

With incomparable doubts, after listening to this story, I seemed to feel something.I really wanted to ask which room the concubine lived in, and whether it was the one at the end of the corridor, but the old guide said he didn't know the specific details.The legend is just a legend, and no one can be sure whether it really exists.

With doubts, I left Beijing and returned to Hangzhou.I am puzzled by this matter.I really feel that this legend may be true, and the shadow standing outside the concubine's door seems to be me in a dream.The me in the dream and her in the past were separated only by a wooden door that carried the boundary between the two worlds.

This is so unbelievable, can the dreams of modern people be connected to the reality of people in the past?This is like the story in "Liao Zhai", could it really happen in reality?I asked many people, and a friend told me that your story is very similar to Taoism.Does our current reality only exist in the imagination of that concubine back then?Or did the reality of the year actually come from your fantasy?Or, your current life is just a dream, and your real reality is still standing outside that concubine's door?No one can tell the difference.Just like Zhuang Zhou’s dream of a butterfly, when you wake up from your dream, you don’t know whether you are a person dreaming of becoming a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming of becoming a human.

I can't understand the words, but, it's not over yet.A few days ago, I started to have the dream I had when I was 15 years old again, this time the dream was so clear that I even felt like I knew I was in a dream.But this time, the beginning of the dream was not in that corridor, but in front of that door.

Then I knocked on the door and waited.After a long time, I heard footsteps coming from behind the door.Probably because of fear, at that time, I woke up with a start.I dare not sleep again, because I have a premonition that once I fall asleep again, in that dream, the door will be fully opened, and I will be able to see what is behind the door.

However, I really can't hold on now, typing this line, it is already two o'clock in the morning, and the extreme fatigue and fear have become irrelevant under seven days and seven nights of insomnia.I know that it is impossible to convince others of such a thing, and I can only face it alone.Soon I'll fall asleep, maybe I won't have that dream, it's all just my delusion, who knows?However, if I dream of that door again, I will open it and see what is behind it.

what would that beCould it really be that concubine?How do I explain to her that I met her in a dream?Also, what worries me is what will happen if I step through that door.I even have a strong feeling that I may never wake up again, I may walk out of my dream and walk into her reality, and then, the me here may disappear.

I write all this, and if my feelings come true, you will know where I have gone.I'll bury something under the flagstone at the end of the corridor as proof.

good night.

In one office, two investigators sat facing each other, with a middle-aged investigator looking at a photocopy of a document.After he read it, he sighed and handed it to the person opposite him: "On Thursday, November 2009, 11, a best-selling author disappeared in his closed bedroom. Before disappearing, all the doors and windows were locked. Signs of intrusion. We only found the article on his desk. Do you think the story is believable?"

The investigator on the opposite side looked younger. He shook his head and said, "Of course it's unbelievable. It doesn't have any scientific basis."

The middle-aged man said: "Quantum mechanics is a scientific theory. The problems raised by the development of quantum mechanics today have reached the point of frightening. The laws of physics at the quantum microscopic level are completely different from those at the macroscopic level. It is a completely different world. I I don’t know if I’m right or not, but it probably means that if we infer the real world from the phenomena we have observed in the quantum world, we will find that our real world doesn’t exist at all.”

The young man obviously didn't understand, shaking his head, the middle-aged man continued: "They believe that our world was all in a quantum state before we observed it, and our observations caused the quantum state to collapse, thus forming matter. In other words, Our consciousness determines the world. A cat, when we see it, it is a cat, when we don't see it, it is just a bunch of quanta. Including our body."

The young man continued to shake his head, and the middle-aged man obviously didn't understand this theory very well. He scratched his head and said, "Or to put it this way, assuming that the world is full of intelligent particles, they will, according to your consciousness, instantly Form everything that arises in your consciousness, including yourself. You are alive, and what you see is always what you think must be in your consciousness. However, if one day, your deep-rooted awareness of the world changes, when If you think that rocks are liquids in your heart, then rocks will become liquids in your world, but this situation cannot be observed by others. Therefore, these people will be considered schizophrenic.”

"So miraculous?"

"It's not amazing. When you think from the bottom of your heart that this world doesn't exist, or that your dreams lead to the past, you may actually be able to walk into your dreams and go back to the past."

The young man laughed: "It's ridiculous, this ridiculous science is just a theory, and it hasn't been proven at all, let alone it happened in reality."

"So you don't believe me?" the middle-aged man asked.

Perhaps because he didn't want to be too presumptuous in front of the seniors, the young man didn't answer, but the middle-aged investigator kept looking at him, showing no sign of giving up.The young man seemed to find it a little funny, and finally he said: "So, you believe that he went back to the past through his dreams?"

The middle-aged man smiled mysteriously: "There are many things that don't need to be believed."

The young man looked at the information and asked again: "It says here that he will finally bury something under the stone slab at the end of the corridor as evidence. Have you dug up that stone slab to have a look? What's under there? "

The middle-aged man lit a cigarette and said, "Of course I did."

"What?" The young man was a little curious.The middle-aged man was silent, then he leaned forward and handed a photo to the young investigator.The young man took a look, and found that it was an overturned stone slab, and underneath, a brown mass was exposed, buried in the soil, like some kind of skeleton.

The middle-aged man said: "He buried himself below."

(End of this chapter)