If this lustful look is as bad as the gratification of desire, if this active fantasy is as bad as this fanciful action - then why not satisfy it, why not take action? ——Hard Schlink, "The Reader"
I often see in my dreams a small duplex building overgrown with grass, paulownia wood escalators, stone tables made of gray marble, and a revolving corridor. The appearance of the small building is very gorgeous, with window frames made of polished brass, lake-blue transparent glass, brown curtains embroidered with gold thread, and white walls covered with roses.
However, this cannot conceal its decay. There are mottled cracks on the walls, and mold spots have climbed up on the white walls due to moisture. The windows have not been cleaned for a long time and are full of dust. It is difficult to see the furnishings inside. The old branches outside the house are hanging around. It is obvious that no one has taken care of it.
I wanted to move forward and push open the dusty mahogany door, but I was entangled in the vines under my feet and couldn't get away. The more I tried to break away, the deeper the entanglement became, almost pulling me into the soil and taking root here.
I should have been panicking, but I found that when I was slowly dragged into the soil, I was surprisingly calm, as if I was born to live there, in the dark and humid underground, with snakes and insects, without being able to feel a trace of the sun's light, just like the overall tone of this house, which was dark, sinister, and full of decay and devastation.
I seem to have been here before, but also like I have never been here before. Everything feels strange to me. At least I know very clearly that this is my dream and when I will wake up. I have become a skilled dreamer, familiar with the origin and ending of this dream.
That seems to be a corner of my memory that is missing. I must have seen this small building somewhere, and the suffocating feeling of being entangled - I have some bold and spine-chilling thoughts. I died there, was reborn for some reason, and am about to return there again. This dream was just a prophecy that I was about to go.
Intention: Communication between life and death, the light of day suddenly appears