What exactly is a dream? In fact, everyone has their own sayings.

Dreams are a strange phenomenon, and the experience of dreaming is also shared by all people. But in human culture, the understanding of dreams has always been a mystery, regardless of ancient thoughts. In unexplored tribal societies, it is not surprising that dreams are often seen as divine instructions or demonic worship. Even in modern civilized society, there are still many superstitions about dreams. In our country's culture, the stories about dreams are even more varied.

Such as: Zhuang Sheng Dream Butterfly, Huangliang One Dream, Dream Pen Shenghua, Jiang Lang Talent, Nan Ke One Dream, etc., are all dream stories that have always been talked about. However, the concept of dreams seems to have been different between China and the West since ancient times. The Greek philosopher Plato once said, "Good men dream, bad men do evil." However, the Chinese ancestors believed that "no one has a dream". To the man, the saint also; It means that the saint has no delusions, so he does not dream. Judging from the scientific research on dreams in psychology today, there are many misunderstandings about dreams in ancient China and the West. According to the research of current psychologists, there is no distinction between good and bad people, no distinction between sages and fools, everyone can dream.

It is also said that dreams are just a kind of hope, and if they really want to describe this thing, many people will start to talk at length, whether it is from the individual, from the heart, or even from theology.

But at this time, in the face of the old man's question, Wu Ling was a little speechless. What the hell is a dream!

"Why, I can't tell, huh!"

Looking at Wu Ling's expression, the old man smiled slightly and asked.

"Dream is the deepest ** in everyone's heart!" Turning his head, he seemed to see the scene of the uncle with glasses doing whatever he wanted in his dream, dream, for people, isn't it actually the ** in everyone's heart.

It's just that these ** are too hidden, and even many people don't even remember this **, but the body, or the brain, has faithfully recorded everything. Then, when the human body is sleeping, all this is released, and then beautiful dreams are formed. In the dream, you are the real God.

"**? Hearing Wu Ling's answer, the old man smiled slightly, but he did not comment on Wu Ling's statement.

Although he didn't answer, seeing the old man's expression, Wu Ling already knew the old man's thoughts, so he said directly: "Since the old man doesn't think so, can you tell me, what is a dream?" ”

Wu Ling asked, and the old man sat up leisurely, and his body slowly floated down from the top bunk as if he was being dragged by someone. In this process, not only the air, but also the slightest energy fluctuation.

In fact, even in reality, Wu Ling can do this. But even he couldn't do it to the point where there were no air and energy fluctuations. But he wasn't too surprised, it was in a dream, and everything that happened in the dream world had no way to compare it with the real world.

The old man floated directly in front of Wu Ling, and then sat down in the void in front of him, and then said slowly: "Actually, the dream realm is the real reality!" ”

The old man's answer made Wu Ling slightly stunned, but he quickly reacted, smiled slightly, and said, "Is it realistic?" For me, it's just a dream! ”

Wu Ling naturally disagreed with the old man's statement, everything he experienced in the unsealed space made him very clear that he could sense what a dream was and where reality was.

Seeing Wu Ling's disapproving expression, the old man didn't care, stretched his waist, and then began to say: "It seems that you don't think what I said is right, well, if you don't think I'm wordy, I can tell you a story!" ”

"I want to hear about it!" Although he doesn't agree with the old man's point of view, it doesn't mean that Wu Ling doesn't want to hear what the other party says, after all, the old man's body represents his own person, or a group of people's point of view. It doesn't hurt for him to know more.

"Well, now I think you're much more comfortable!" Wu Ling took the words, making the old man feel a lot more comfortable.

In Wu Ling's indifferent expression, he began to tell a story he knew before.

"In the prosperous country of North Pendova there was a merciful king named Lavalro, who was born into the noble family of Holicando. One day, a magician bowed to the king and said, "Sit on your throne, sitting, sit, and see this wonderful trick." "The magician waved his wand of the feathers of Confucius, and a man from Sindh came, leading a horse; While the king stared at the horse, he remained motionless on his throne, his gaze glazed over, as if lost in thought.

His courtiers were worried, but they remained silent. Where minutes later, the king woke up and fell from his throne. When he fell, the servants hurriedly supported him, and the king asked in confusion, "What is this place?" "Whose palace is this?"

It wasn't until he finally regained his senses that he told the story: "I rode on a horse and watched the magician wave his wand. I had the illusion of going out hunting alone on a horse. After walking a long way, I came to a large desert, and through the desert I came to a jungle, and under the tree a creeper attacked me, and my arm hung on the tree. I hung there, and the horse passed under me. I spent the night in the trees without sleeping and felt horrified. The next day, I saw a young woman with dark skin holding a jar of food, and because I was very Russian, I asked her to give me something to eat. She told me that she was a pariah, and that if I married her, she would give me food. I agreed, and after she gave me food, she took me back to her village, where I married her and salted an adopted pariah.

"She bore me two sons and two daughters, and I spent six years with her, cloaked in stinking, moldy, and lice-infested rags, drinking the blood of the still lukewarm beasts I had slain, and eating the carrion of the crematorium. Though I was the only son of my royal father, I was old, gray-haired, and ragged, and I forgot that I was a king; I became more and more convinced that I was a pariah. One day, when there was a terrible famine. When a huge drought and forest fires broke out, I fled with my family into another forest. When my wife was awake, I said to my youngest son, 'Come and roast my meat to eat.' He agreed, it was his only hope of staying alive.

I was dismembered, and when he had prepared the pyre for roasting my flesh, and was about to throw me into the pyre, at this critical moment, I, the king, fell from the throne. So I was saved.

'Wow! Wow! Awakened by a musical shout. It's an illusion that the magician has programmed for me. "When King Lavarro finished telling the story, the magician suddenly disappeared. Then the courtiers widened their eyes in astonishment, and said, "Oh my God, this is not a magician; This is God's illusion that makes us realize that the material world is purely a spiritual illusion. ”

The king prepared to go to the desert the next day, determined to find the barren land once again as reflected in his mental imagery. Together with his ministers, he trekked along until he found a desert as great as he had ever seen in his dreams, and to his amazement, he discovered everything he had ever dreamed of: he had met the untouchable hunter whom he had been an acquaintance of, and he had found the village that had adopted him as a pariah. Saw this with that man. Women, all the things people use, drought-struck woods, hunters who have lost their parents. He met the old woman who had been his mother-in-law. He asked her, "What's going on here?" Who are you? ”

She told him a story about a king who came here and married her daughter, and they had children, and then the country was in drought and the whole village died. The king was astonished and full of pity. He asked more questions, and her answers were steep, and he was convinced that this woman was telling the story of what he had experienced as a pariah. So he returned to the city and his royal palace, where the people welcomed him back. ”

Speaking of this, the old man looked at Wu Ling, who had the same expression in front of him, and asked, "What, what do you think of this story?" ”

Shaking his head lightly, Wu Ling said, "I don't feel anything!" ”

"You stupid, you make me waste so much saliva!" When the old man heard Wu Ling say this, he raised his eyebrows, as if he was about to get angry. However, seeing that Wu Ling didn't react, the old man sat down again and skimmed Wu Ling.

"Ignorance causes all this, so that something that does not happen happens, like a man who dreams that he himself is dead. The spirit does experience what it causes in itself, though such things do not really exist; On the other hand, they are not untrue. What happened in the Dalit village was manifested for King Lavarro as images in his spirit, which were both real and unreal, or that the illusion that Lavarro saw directly became a conscious perception in the Dalit spirit. Lavalro's imagery is immersed in the hearts and minds of the untouchables. For just as a fairly similar language appears in the minds of many people, the same similar time. Space and even behavior appear in the minds of many people, as in dreams. Just as the mind can forget everything that happens, no matter what is important. In the same way, people can remember exactly what happened even if it didn't. ”

In fact, Wu Ling didn't understand, with the degree to which his brain was being developed now, the old man said such an obvious truth, if he really didn't understand, it would be really strange. The old man meant to say that the various events that the human spirit experienced in his dreams and ordinary life did indeed happen to his spirit. Moreover, the same event will appear in the mental consciousness or heart of different people, as if everyone is in the same dream, in which case everyone thinks that this kind of thing is a real thing that happened and not an illusory dream.