(a)

I met the astrologer and dream teller Fang Dafeng at lunch. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

We were all at a lavish buffet. We simultaneously reached out on either side of the table to pick up the only piece of snack left on the plate. Our clips almost collided. Then, our eyes met.

I contracted, giving up. He also contracted, giving up.

Just as we were shrinking together, another hungry fellow came out of the stab in a suit and snatched the snack without hesitation.

We were surprised and dumbfounded at the same time, so we looked at each other and smiled.

Then we sat down for lunch together, and because it was a more speculative conversation, we left each other's email addresses.

That's how I met Fongdafeng.

After we met N times, I was surprised to learn what his profession was.

He turned out to be an astrologer, a crystal ball teller and a dream interpreter!

I had never known such a charlatan before, so I developed a strong curiosity about him.

After dating for a while, I found that although he was doing the things of a charlatan, he was not a bad person, and in some respects, he was quite wise in life.

After learning about his profession, we often talked about dreams together.

We talk in various meetings, and we talk in emails.

If I had ever been interested in Freud's The Interpretation of Dreams and Jung's The Collective Unconscious, Fondafeng was the one who made this interest take root.

A significant part of my enduring interest in concepts such as symbols, suggestion, hypnosis, symbolism, metaphor, etc., stems from Fondafeng.

(b)

Once, I asked Fang Dafeng: "People have a lot of dreams in their lives. What is the probability of their repetition? ”

Fang Dafeng looked at me and smiled. Then he said, "Just ask, so you can get an answer sooner." ”

He asked rhetorically, "What is the probability of the dream you are asking about repeating?" ”

I said, "I've dreamed it hundreds of times." From small to large. I haven't counted them in detail, maybe more than a few hundred times. ”

I said, "Actually, I don't remember much after every dream." But the next time I dream again, I remember that I have been to this place before. I feel so familiar with it, and I know what is going to happen under it. ”

Fong said: "Is the detail the same every time? ”

I said, "Actually, I've had recurring dreams more than once. I've had many dreams that come back and forth. In some dreams, all the details are the same. And in some dreams, the details are different every time, but they share scenes and themes with each other, like a TV series that airs at intervals. Different actors are playing the same story in different places. ”

Fang Dafeng said: "It's a little interested. Let's talk about it. ”

I said, "There are so many such dreams, where do you start?" ”

He said: "Let's start with the details. ”

So, I told him about the dream of the airport.

(c)

I always dream that I am traveling.

I always dream of a huge airport.

I always dream of myself being in this huge airport and going somewhere. Every time I was always worried about getting lost and missing my flight. Every time I ended up on a plane. Every time a plane flew off the ground, I knew I was sitting on the wrong seat. But there is no way to return. But only this continued.

Every time I wake up with this awakening and the desire to get off the plane, I always feel like I have a companion waiting for me, and I miss it because I got lost.

I've been to airports in many cities around the world, but this one is a thousand times bigger than any other. It has a myriad of Terminals, and the roads are extraordinarily intricate. There are a lot of different colored passages, and there are plenty of walking elevators that go up and down. The length of each elevator is amazing. It looks almost like a human being's life.

People of all colors and heights walked back and forth on different elevators, each in a hurry, and each one was panicked, as if forced by something, and as if chased by something.

Countless signs lead the way. There is a fork every few steps. Not far behind the fork is a fork. It goes on and on and on until all of them feel disoriented.

Every time I dream of traveling with people with blurred faces.

We're going to a destination together, but I never remember where that destination was. I never remember who I was traveling with. I just remember that we each carried only one piece of luggage with a trolley.

Every time we walked into the airport, the hall was covered with a thick wool carpet, but the color and pattern were different each time.

When we were stunned by the complexity and size of the airport, uniformed attendants always came up to us and asked us to show our tickets. After looking at our tickets, they led us through the road system with twists and turns, taking us deep to a fork in the road.

Just when we felt relieved that they would guide us to the right boarding place, they would stop for some reason.

They always politely pointed to the numerous forks in front of them and said, "You just go this way, a certain color-coded Terminal is it." The gate to where you're going is in that color. ”

Then, they walked away.

They watched as we walked on in bewilderment, talking about other things. Sometimes it's asking each other how to say a word in another language, sometimes they're talking about someone they're displeased with, sometimes they're talking about a piece of clothing, sometimes they're talking about today's breakfast, and in short, they're throwing us away, and they're busy with themselves.

On the rest of the trip, I would have gotten lost and ended up separated from my companions.

We started walking together, but then there was always some reason why I was separated from my companions.

Sometimes I'm going to the bathroom, sometimes I'm forgetting something, sometimes I'm going to make a phone call, sometimes I'm looking at a poster in a hallway, sometimes I'm zipping my bag, sometimes I'm missing my passport, sometimes I'm finding that I forgot my passport with the guide attendant, sometimes I'm finding that they made a mistake with the ticket in my hand, and now I'm not holding the ticket I handed them.

I always had to break out of the crowd for one reason or another, and I had to go another way in the direction of the turn.

When I returned, I watched the signs with great care, but I finally came to an empty road, a narrow, brightly lit and uninhabited road, and I heard the sound of my own footsteps and luggage dragging echoing in the middle of the road. I can no longer see the people around me.

There was no airport, no planes, no entrance, no exit, just an impossibly empty road, well-lit but not warm, clear but panicked.

I always didn't know how to get out of this tunnel. I always walked and walked to a certain gate, I was crowded in the last minute crowd scrambling to board, and I shoved and shoved into the cabin.

I was flying as soon as I got on the plane.

The moment it flew up, I knew it wasn't where I was going. Because my companion was not on board.

Every dream starts the moment you walk into the airport and ends here.

When I woke up, I was depressed every time. I knew that I would be at odds with something from now on, and that I would be separated from each other for a long time.

(iv)

Fong and I have discussed this dream many times. He kept asking about the details of the dream, but never said his conclusion.

Finally, at one point, I couldn't help it. I kept asking him what that airport meant.

I said, "You've heard it so many times, you should always have an idea in your mind, don't keep me repeating it." ”

Fang Dafeng then asked me what religion I believed.

When I confirmed that I was not a Christian, a Catholic, or a Muslim, he said, "Well, tell me what I think." ”

He said: "My opinions are often unscientific, but people often say they are accurate. ”

He said, "I think you're dreaming about things after death or before death. ”

"That airport is a transit point between life and death," he said. You're there every time to find the right path in order to follow the right people, but you're going wrong every time. ”

He said: "You want to find and follow someone in the ups and downs of life and death, but you don't have the ability to live and die independently. You are often separated from him in desperation. ”

Fondafeng's words were very brief, but it hit me all at once.

Looking at the expression on my face, Fang Dafeng continued: "This is an idea about some of the dreams that you are willing to say. ”

He said, "I also feel that you have something that you haven't said. ”

He said, "You want to know the whereabouts of the people who are with you." ”

He said, "You haven't been able to dream about this part, but you've always wanted to know, right?" ”

I was stunned again.

"You keep dreaming this because you want to know the answer," he said. You walk into this transit station again and again because you want to see who you're walking with. You want to know where you're going. You wonder if that companion ended up on the plane. You want to know where he ended up flying. ”

I was pinned to my seat by his words.

Then he said, "Tell me what I think." ”

He said, "The people who go with you are the same as you." You think he's on the right flight, but he doesn't. He's looking for you back. He also took the wrong path in the process of looking for you. So, he wasn't on the right flight either. ”

"At that airport, there was no one on the right flight," he said. Everyone is lost. It's just that not everyone knows. ”

In my silence, Fondafeng began to drink his drink.

"No one knows who's on which flight right now," he said. ”

"You can just keep walking around like this until you happen to bump into each other," he said. ”

(5)

After this conversation, I understood why Fong Ta Feng was able to make a career out of astrology, divination and dream interpretation, which he relied on to support his family of 11 and own two villas and a private yacht.

It should be said that he has some ability.

I'm not superstitious. But I think there is something in his words that really touches me.