After returning from Hainan, the sea repeatedly appeared in the butterfly's dreams.

Dreams, for the butterfly, the protagonist of this book, are a very metaphorical carrier. In other words, reality and dream happen to be her dual life experiences, each occupying a time and space, but also intertwined.

What she thinks and experiences in reality will enter the dream in disguise, and the experience in the dream will in turn affect her, interpreting each other's understanding and recognition of the importance of her own life.

In the vague and misty dream, it will appear as a looming change, and the change implies a certain understanding, a different understanding that arises as the experience deepens and the experience becomes complex.

This is unique to the butterfly itself.

In other words, in fact, the interpretation of the scenes in everyone's dreams cannot be generalized, unlike the ancients who used a week to interpret dreams and list various concrete explanations, which simply conquered the huge project of "dreams".

Later, with the progress of the times, psychologists gradually learned to use various fields such as medicine, science, and physiology to explain the so-called dreams.

If we look at Freud's "Interpretation of Dreams", many cases will be related to physiology and pathology, and it is not a simple abuse of "sex".

But whether it is the pure bodily function that produces the reflex arc, or whether some mysterious area of the cerebral cortex is excitedly active, dreams, like religion, are still a mysterious category of human beings.

That's why those wizards keep themselves in a state of stupor, not when they're awake, when they're psychic.

When awake, your soul is in a deep sleep, and when you are asleep, it is liberated from the little dark room.

Or rather, when you are awake, you are a person, and once you are asleep, you become another substance, something more illusory and wonderful rises from your body and begins its strange journey.

I wonder if scientists have ever guessed whether the so-called dark matter, which cannot be seen or touched, has anything to do with the human soul? Why is the soul not a substance? Is it just another way of being? (Here, the author lays a note and will reverie in another book.) ）

The ancients also believed that dreams were a door to the weird, the unknown, the mysteries of past and present lives. The ancients had limited understanding at that time, so they could only explain it here.

When you fall asleep, your soul is detached from your body and begins to move freely. They can travel through time and space at will, returning to the past, or they can descend to a point in the future.

Science fiction has always said that time runs in a straight line, so how can you know that the future you have not experienced is only the point in time that you have not reached. It does not necessarily exist on this long, long, ethereal timeline that diverges to the poles, one leading to eternity and the other to eternity......

Almost all animals dream, dogs dream, cats do, and only humans wake up and rethink everything that happened in their dreams, provided you remember it.

Sometimes they seek ways to explain why they had such a dream. It will be associated with life and work, the relationship with lovers, and all the things around you.

In fact, everyone has the same dream image over and over again throughout their lives.

For example, the butterfly, the sea, the protagonist of this book, is an image that has often appeared in her dreams since she was a girl.

I am in the environment of a sea, although the scene will be different, and the picture of the sea will be completely different, but the only thing that remains the same is that I am like an exile, and suddenly I find myself thrown to the beach somewhere.

Butterfly remembers that when she was a girl, the sea she dreamed of was always far away from her, very far away, very quiet, even very mysterious, she always felt that although she was close to it, but separated by a long distance, that distant feeling was unattainable.

When I think that it is there, my heart is full of anticipation and happiness. Because the sea is so beautiful, deep, and vast, it is enough to carry all her reverie about beauty. There's nothing like it in this world.

The sea is so beautiful that it is a pleasure to be devoured by it and destroyed by it. And he can't see the real face, maybe because he can't see it, his heart is even more looking forward to it, and he expects to be destroyed.

Sometimes the sea becomes terrifying.

The strange color of the sea, the unfathomable depths of the sea, all this makes the butterfly that feels like it is crumbling at any time and seems to be falling at any time, so frightened that it trembles, its teeth tremble, and that fear and palpitation come from the depths of the soul.

And at this time, she is often ruthlessly placed on an island that resembles an isolated island, and she has nowhere to retreat and nowhere to escape. The sea, on the other hand, changes its mysteriously coloured colours, and its colours often indicate danger, just as the insects and snakes in nature with the most brilliant colours are often poisonous.

Because, the butterfly in the dream knows that there is a dark and infinite world below, a strange world, and it will really devour you, the problem is, you don't know what will devour you. The bottom of the sea, lonely, silent, dark, blurred, confused, vain......

Fear, the ultimate fear, is because you don't know what the object of fear is.

Often in such dreams, butterflies are like poor animals ready to be slaughtered, struggling helplessly. Waking up is naturally a relief. She would feel like she was sweating all over her body and her heart was pounding.

Recently, the sea that butterflies often dream of, just like all the scenes in daily life, she walks by the beach, and when she is so close, she can feel the sea gently kissing her toes, which is very soft and comfortable.

Don't worry that the waves will suddenly get bigger and sweep yourself away, because there is no wind and the waves are calm.

She would reach out and play in the water for a while, and occasionally she could see fish swimming at the bottom of the sea, which was a really amazing feeling.

She'd love to catch one, but the fish in the sea seems to be a little more cunning, and it will never get too close to you. After trying this a few times, I found that I was ultimately a failure.

Although it was a bit disappointing, the sea still made her fully feel satisfied and pleasant.

It seems to be able to cure some hidden disease in her heart, give her some encouragement and confidence, she is completely wandering on the beach, although a little lonely, because there is no one around, but, strangely, there is no feeling of loneliness in her heart.

It's like a glutton who is in love, nourished and satisfied, and his stomach is full of love, so he can think about nothing, do nothing, find a place, stretch his limbs lazily, and have a full time.

This kind of dream is the most pleasant for butterflies.

Even, I was reluctant to wake up-

When I woke up, I felt extremely sorry and nostalgic.

Butterflies don't explain what the sea means. Once she and Gao Ruohan occasionally talked about this, Gao Ruohan smiled mysteriously and said: The sea is a symbol of lust. Blame, you want to be in love. Say no, you'll be in love right away.

At that time, Butterfly was just a girl, just admitted to university, and looking forward to her future life. She never thought too much about love, and even she thought that she would never get married in her life.

I won't get married, let alone have children. At that time, in her eyes, getting married and having children was simply a life-destroying thing. These two things alone are enough to spoil a woman, and ruin her life.

However, Gao Ruohan's explanation made the butterfly blush and feel ashamed. At the same time, there is an indescribable secret self-satisfaction, and a cranky thought for no reason.

Suddenly, she began to doubt herself, wondering if the purity of her thoughts that she had always had been was nothing but self-deception.

Myself, is I like other girls, like most girls in a relationship, secretly looking forward to love, looking forward to a certain man, slowly stepping into his own world?

The fact is that one day in the second year, when a man with a hearty smile walked up to her and handed her a needed stapler, he told her, "My name is Fan Fan."