Another reason I remember deeply is that this dream appeared in my dream many times later. Even I suspect that every time I repeat this dream, it is on the same day every year. It's just that no matter then or now, there always seems to be an invisible force that makes me unable to determine the time.
When I was about six or seven years old, my family moved from the village to the road outside the village. It's very remote here. In addition to crossing the road and then crossing the railway, there are three or five families. They are all cultivated land. There are also few vehicles on the road, not as busy as it is now. Occasionally, I can hear rumors about whose children have been dragged by wolves, which makes families with children very scared. Therefore, parents take care of our brothers very closely, and generally don't let us run very far, just entertaining ourselves within 50 or 60 meters around the yard. The small mound in the west of the yard and the surrounding grass are my paradise. I always have something to do, such as shooting butterflies, catching crickets and digging wild vegetables.
One day that year, I dreamed that I was standing alone on a small mound, looking west.
There is sparse hay on the mound, and the stem of the grass is so dry that it will break at the touch. On the Yuan Ye, the leaves of harvested crops rot on the ground. There is no wind, no sound, nothing moving, desolate and silent.
Suddenly there was a muffled thunder in the distance overhead, and then something slammed at my feet. I looked down and it was a human head.
I bent down, grabbed my hair, lifted it and studied it carefully. That face is a strange bluish black. If there is one feature that I noticed and remembered at a glance, it is that its face is particularly long. I've seen the face of a donkey, that's all!
Thinking about what was going on, I looked up. The sky is full of dark clouds, and in the middle of the dark clouds overhead, there is a mark of a human face, and the five senses are clearly visible, exactly like the face in my hand. It seems that my head was embedded in that cloud and somehow fell off. The color of the face is not the color of the dark clouds.
Without thinking, hesitating or reasoning, I naturally said to myself, "So this man lost his conscience and did a very bad thing. God killed him."
It's weird, right? Now is the age of innocence. When having this dream, the least performance should be fear. Timid people should even cry. Besides, I was also a very naughty person.
It happened that I was extremely indifferent in my dream. Seeing such strange things is as natural as drinking water and breathing. It is the kind of indifference that has experienced countless storms, seen human joys and sorrows, and was left behind. There is a little sense of silence, and there is no love-hate relationship in the world.
This is a dream that indicates the future! Now it has been realized.