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This Monday morning, I rode my bicycle to school, it was still quite early, and I passed a road on both sides of the road with high trees, and low leaves, making the road less light, and murkier. I felt like walking into a cemetery. I kept thinking about last night’s dream which still makes me indescribably shocked. Remembering the gentle old lady and the beautiful girl in my dreams and the human skeletons that surrounded me meant something to my life.
Naturally, I wanted to find out what caused my dreams to be like this. That noon, I went to the school library to read books on this topic or related to this topic. I devoured many books by authors who are doctors, and researchers such as Sigmund Freud, Carl Jung, G. William Domhoff, Calvin Hall, and so on.
Is the fact that dreams can be so rich and fascinating that people believe that our dreams must have some meaning? Dream interpretation is becoming more and more necessary. While research has yet to prove the purpose of dreams, experts believe dreams do have meaning. Does the meaning associated with dreams, really have meaning when that individual subconscious is ready to be released?
On the way home from school that afternoon, I also passed the old road with many high trees as mentioned above. My mind was still haunted by last night’s dream. I was riding a bike, suddenly the bike stopped, and I almost fell. I jumped down in time to keep the bike when suddenly a strong wind blew across my face, and I saw many human hands waving around. I tried to take a closer look and saw the fallen leaves fluttering in the wind. I had to take my bike home. Mrs. Hien waited for me in front of the house and asked, “Why are you so late today?”
I showed her my broken bike to answer her question about why I was late. That afternoon, Mrs. Hien had another worship meet and she also asked me to help her bring the food up to the attic. After I settled my affairs, I helped her carry the offerings upstairs.
While worshiping, Mrs. Hien whisperingly prayed something in her mouth that I didn’t know. She beat the bell and called me to come to watch her open the two red cloths on the picture frames on the two altars. She opened the first one, I saw the gentle old lady’s face I met her in my dream, I was a little scared. Mrs. Hien told me, “This is an image of my mother. Do you think the old lady you met in your dream looks like the lady in this image?”
I nodded and said nothing, but in my heart was surprised at such a strange coincidence between dreams and reality. Mrs.Hien opened the red cloth of the second picture frame, the girl’s face in my dream appeared with large sparkling black eyes looking at me, making me feel cold all over. I was also silent, and I didn’t answer her question right away using the excuse of a stomach ache as I slid down the stairs as if someone had just taken my soul.
So my decision to leave Mrs. Hien’s house quickly formed, but I won’t openly ask her for permission, but I have to wait until she is absent, before I secretly leave her a letter explaining the reason. I haven’t left yet, but anyway, my heart still loves Mrs. Hien like my mother.
Lê Thành Bá
