Today I went to the library because next week I will take two exams in both data structure and algorithms. As a novice in programming, these courses are arduous for me, so I decided to begin with some other tasks on memorising English words. I do not know why, but every time in the library when I open my vocabulary book and set about reciting those complicated words hard to memorise, I will fall asleep, though most of the time I’ve already had enough sleeps. And so did I today.
I started a terrible dream. In the dream, I went out of the library, and then walked in and out of an airplane. I walked a few miles and found myself standing at May Fourth Square, a well-known landmark in my hometown, Qingdao.
No, that was not where I wanted to go. I wanted the exit, the one enabling me to get back to my domitory, I said to myself, as a picture of my everyday walking path in the university formed in my mind. Then I thought I must have taken the wrong way and had to double back.
I backtracked and walked on the airplane leading to the library, the plane I got off a few minutes ago. However the minute I was on board, there arose a hubbub when somebody began speaking on the microphone. I did not pay any attention and just quickened my pace. At this time, shockingly, the plane began TAKING OFF! I became nervous, quickly found the air hostess, said to her I was not meant to take on this plane, and asked her what I should do. The air hostess, however, sneered scathingly in a disdainful look, as if she was saying it was totally your fault. I then asked her where the plane was flying to, in an uproar she whispered, though so closely I listened, I cannot hear clearly. But I guessed she was saying, Frankfurt.
Frankfurt…Frankfurt, Frankfurt in Germany! It was hundreds of thousands of miles away! What should I do? I was ready to burst out crying, but managed to stay my tears, sitted for a while, and went to the Captain for solutions.
As I asked, the vice Captain responded the same that the plane was flying to Frankfurt. However the plane was planned for a short park in the city’s airport ahead, where I might get off and take a bus back.
The plane landed. I walked off the plane and was thinking how I could take the bus, for I took neither money nor cellphone with me. Suddenly, I saw my mom standing ahead! I quickly ran towards her, and asked her why she was there. My mother said: “I thought you mistakenly took the plane, so I came here, waiting for you.” I got so moved and was just about to cry, when I waked up from the dream.
Such a terrible dream, I thought, a spatiotemporal-mixed dream, intermingling distinct times and far-away spaces, but how could I have such a dream? I do not know. Maybe it is because I am reading these days Haruki Murakami. I am reading in English version his book Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of PilgrimageI brought back from America every night before I go to sleep. The book, just the same as his last novel 1Q84, mixes so much imagination and reality that one can hardly separate the two apart. I can not tell how I get attracted by his fantasy writings and magic stories, and how I loved the leading characters in the novel. Perhaps in my subconscious mind, I also want that sort of life, and that is part of the reason why I made this dream today.
(Btw, could someone be so nice to interpret this dream for me?)