boxinit(thesameasthewoodenboxwheremysisterputeggs).
Takeoutalongandthinbambootubeinit，takeoutaincenseinit，carefullysmeartheremainingwoodchipsontheincense，ignitetheincense，insertitonthesideoftheeldersister'shead，andswallowapillbyyourself.
Ican'ttellwhatit'slike，andthesmokeonitisnotfloatingup，butfloatinghorizontallyaroundtheoldsister'sbody!
It'samazing.Momhassomanygoodthings.IcanoperatethemifIdon'thavethetechnology.IcangetupifIcan't.
BeforeIcontinuetothinkaboutit，myheadsuddenlyfaintsandIlieontheground.Atlast，Ihearmymother'svoice.Itseemsthatit'sfaraway.Iforgetyou'restillhere，andI'llbefineaftertwohours'sleep.
Isee.Thisistheincenseofanesthesia
It'sagrayplace，Ican'tseetheskyandtheground，Ican'tseethedistance，Ican'tseemyself，soIwalkwithignorance，Idon'tknowhowlongIhavewalked，howfarIhavegone，itseemsthatIdon'thaveanyconsciousness.
Thereseemstobeabeamoflightbehindme.Iturnaroundsubconsciouslyandlook.It'satreebehindme.Therearesomebluelightstripesonthetree.Thosestripesflash.
Iwalkedslowly，andthelightonthetreewasmoreandmorebright.Isawapeachononeofthebranches.Ireachedforit.WhenItouchedthepeach，Isawmyself.ThatwaswhenIwenttoschool.
Ridinga28'sbike，andmybrothermaozitogetherafterschool，fastpedalingonthebike，therearesomepotholesintheroad，thebikepassesbyverybumpy，whatdoyouandmybrothersaytogether，happysmile，withthepotholesonthebackofthebag，bumpingontheback.
IlooklikeI'm14or15yearsold.Ishouldbeinjuniorhighschool.I'mshockedandIthinkofit!ThisisadreamIhadinthethirddayofmyjunioryear.It'salwaysdarkinmydream.Iwenttoschoolwithmaoziafterschoolandsenthimhomefirst.
Hisfamilylivedinasingleyardinthepassengerstation.Later，Icameoutandrodetomyhome.Itwasdarkasifitrainedagain.Thereweremanypuddlesontheground.Irodeandrodeallthetime，butIcouldn'tgetbackhome.Later，whenIwastired，Iwantedtofindmaozi，soIsuddenlyrodetothepassengertransportstation.IletgoofmyhandandrealizedthatIwasawake.
Ilookedaroundatthespace.Thegrayplaceseemedtobefloatingwithgrayfog.Icouldn'tseethegroundundermyfeet，soIdidn'tknowwhetherIwasstandingonthegroundorfloating.
Infrontofmeisthepeachtree.Myhandhasjusttouchedapeach.Thatpeachisadreamofmychildhood.It'saverystrangedream.Idon'trememberitforalongtime，butwhenIjusttoucheditwithmyhand，Iwentintothatdreamagain.
Atthattime，themoodandfeelinginthedreamcameback!
Whereisthis?Whatisthistree?Whydoyoucomehere?Howcanyouhaveapeachtreewithyourdream!
WhenIlookedup，thebluelightonthetreewasmoreandmorebright，andtherewerealotofpeachesonthebranch，butIcouldtouchanypeacheswithouttheinfluenceofheightandbranchposition.
Ibelievethismustbeamiraclebelongingtome.Noonecanfindallthedreamshehasmadeinhislife.Idon'tknowthemeaningofthisthing，becauseIdon'tknowwhereitis，butIcanfindallthedreamshehasmade.Thisfeelingisreallyamazing!
Ifeelthetrunkofthetree.Thetreeisverycold.Itfeelsreal.Thecoolfeelingispassedtothearmthroughthefingers.Thebarkisverysmooth，alittlelikemetal，withirregulardarkcolor.
Isawwhatwaswrongwiththepositionoftherootofthetree.Ilookedcarefullyandfoundthat。
Intheprocessofhumancivilization，manyofthesagesandgreatmenareseeking“whoamI““whereIcomefrom““Iagainwhere“theseultimatequestion，asifdidnothaveaclearanswer.
Peoplearethinking，outwardfromthehumanchildhoodhaveadream，butnoonewillrememberchildhood，fromwhatdream，tilltheendofhislife，madeadream?
Dreamisthemostintimate，noonebutthemselves，orthroughanymethodcanrecordorsaved.
Hisowndreamandallhumanbeingshavedirectorindirectcontact，sincenoonecanproveit，noonecandothis.
Today，Ihaveseeninadog'sbodyandfeelthat，hehadneverthoughtofthesethingswouldhappenintheirown，consciousnesscanleavehisownbody，intothebodyofothers，canevenentertootherbiologicalbody，inmydreamallthishappened，allthisisfalse?
Maybe，butmaybenot!
Understandinghumanbodyitselfisalreadyhigh，throughtheinstrumentofscienceandtechnologymakeanyplantsandanimalsintheworld，themostsubtlecellscanshowhere，compositionandfunction.
What'stheword“dream“mean?
Itiscomposedofthehumanbrainbioelectricityasanenergysource，theinformationfromthehumanandtheuniversebutnotbelongtoanyone，ithasitsownlawsofspaceandform，anylifeispartoftheworld，inyourlifetime，youcanexploreandgettingawareoftheworld?
Dreamsareonlytoappearafteryousleep，orfromyoualldayandnight，afterthebirthofalwaysexistsinyourmind，onlyshowwhenyousleepinfrontofyou?
Ijuststandingunderthetree，lookingatthefruitofthetreeofdreams，thefruitisnotliketheothersideofthepeach，peachismydream，Iinaworldinthetreeismymemoriesinthedream.
Verystrangefeeling，notmettheseredfruitofadream，Idonotknowanythingaboutthesememories，butoncetouchthismemoryasoriginallybelongtomyown.
Dopeoplehavetwolives?
Aroundsuddenlybegantoshake，earshearthesoundoftheoldmama，gray，gray，nosesmellthefragranceofwaves，Itrytoopenmyeyes，overadeliciousroastedcornfloursteamedcornbread，temperatureisjustrighttemperatureisnotveryhot，Irolledoverandsawmomsittingkiddobedandlookedhaggardsuddenlyoldalot.
Isuddenlygoodnoseacid，thehomehasalwaysbeenoldmamainsupport，kiddonowalsocandosomefavor，buteventsorwanttorelyonoldmama，whattwoalthoughIknowwecan'thelpalot，butweaccompanyoldmamaalwaysgivemomspiritualsupport，nowwewanttosendthishotprincessintoBeijing，andisthisafewofusisimpossible.
NowevenIhavefallenandkiddo，motherapersonhowtoholdup，whattodonext?
Isniffthenosecarefullylookedatthekiddo，theroomthatstillextraordinaryfragranceaftertaste，kiddosmellseemstobenotincreased.
Thatispoisoncontrol，yeah，I'mhappypickingupsteamedcornbreadcametothemother'sfeet，lookedupandglancedathismother'sface，onthefeetofanoldmama，againstthemother'sfeetwithrelisheatingsteamedcornbread.
Backsuddenly，awarmandmother'shandonmybackgentlytouched，itisadropofwaterfellonmyhead，mymouthofsteamedcornbreadhasn'tcomeyetandswallow，Iknowwhat'sthewater...
Iwanttoknowwhathappenedtothekiddo，butherhandwasthickclothwrappedup，oldmama，kiddook，herhandtokeep?
Ilistentothemotherissaidtoherself，howcanIdotohelpmom，Icouldn'thavebeentrappedinthebodyofthedog，thedoginthebodyofthedreamtreeishowtoreturnaresponsibility?
Thetreeofdreamsinthebodyiswhat?
Oh!
Sincecancomeback，isIthesouthfotherodandcombinedwiththeoriginalincense，cantriggerthedogbodyinthespaceandtime，theseproblemsputfirst，Icametothetreeandlookeddownatthegroundspace，themirrorisdizzyagain(it'sthesameasthesubwaytransfer)
Openyoureyesandapieceofwhite，whatshouldIdo?
Thismanismybigjiuhenow?
Howcan!
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