最近做的一个梦里,我一人独自走在寂静的长廊,光着脚,不带任何声响。头顶的天窗落下暗淡幽蓝的月光,影子被拉得很长,很寂寞。整个梦境中,只是一个我这么不断向前行走的场景,四周的景以近乎没有改变的方式改变着,如同一段冗长乏味的默片。醒来后我坐在床上发呆。这个简单得不带情节的梦,始终让之后反复回味的我觉得自有其深意于其间,但又怕只是我庸人自扰妄加的揣度。 In a recent dream, I walk alone in the silent promenade, barefoot, without any sound. Skylight overhead dark blue moonlight, the shadow was pulled very long, very lonely. Throughout the dream, it was just a scene where I walked forward so endlessly that the surrounding landscape changed in a nearly unaltered manner, as a tedious and silent film. After waking up I sat in bed in a daze. This simple without the dream of the plot, always let after repeated aftertaste I think its own meaning in the meantime, but afraid of me only mediocre intrusive guess.