So Ratty

 

When dreams of many mushrooms are compressed solidly under soil and dirt, some hang on tress, peep and record whatever they think are weird.  Since then we, the passersby, daydream inside their dreams.

Dreams can be small but busy. They always cross-link, there are always bad sectors. 

We are garbled. I bear the head of a rat some of the times. I run into many holes, thinking wonderland is at the far ends, end up finding rat hairs all over my body. So ratty.

What does a rat dream with a silly but complicated man's brain?

Lights Fill My Eyes

I have dreams. They were all compressed firmly under the soil, for years. Alice might feel helpless too, sometimes. Not everything that she can do, nor I.

I struggled, and I continued while I were growing though in dark and suffocated. Who knew, I might be an inch away from the surface.

Yes, it was actually an inch away. Suddenly, light filled my eyes. It was not Photoshop, but very unreal.

Fresh air cannot be taken away by crtl-atl-del or power shut down!

I see myself so handsome, a fact that was long missed. 

Do you agree, my dear Alice?

I can now run handsomely, same to dreaming. 

I should be able to write handsomely too, but not while living in dreams. Too occupied. 

Dream world

Is a dream world the real world and physical reality the dream world? That is the question. 

So all the mushrooms look real but they are actually images in my mind theater. So does Alice.

And all of our communications just happen in  a dream world.

It started when I  believed I inhabit my dreams in a lucid state.

A dream world and a day-to-day 3D reality, they are just a hairbreadth apart.

The Rings

I was reminded that none of us are the same as we were yesterday.

I remembered also I have my dreams being kept inside some of the mushrooms.

I saw one of the mushrooms this morning: the rings of many years of dream and sum total of my experiences.

While reading, you are staying at the outer ring.

Where is Alice? She runs here and there, she belongs to the past and the present.

Lost in Dreams

I continued to pursue what seemed to be so right in these busy weeks, so much so a mushroom talk has become an interlude in these hectic days.

What do mushrooms dream, though superficially they have repeated a same life for centuries?

Did they ever need CPR for  drowning in their sweet dreams?

Dreaming so actively I am lost to know which are dreams, which are not.

A series of mushroom dreams

(Don't write life with words). 

Though imperfect, quirky, flawed and weird, life is still beautiful when looking from many angles, be it through the eyes of a human, a bird or an ant. 

These is always an inspirational effect, although the cause seldom be known, it is felt when I start day dreaming. 

I do not write life with words, I write it with a series of mushroom dreams. 

Does it involve a hallucinogenic effect as well?

Little mushroom Big dream

Dreams persist as I exist, but I have lost in the maze of dreams at the same time. That's of course a wonderful happening!

I appreciate my littleness and invisibility, I enjoy the quietness of dreaming. I float from one dream to another, and to another swiftly, from Indiana Jones to Alice, and to Star War. 

I make fun in multi-dreaming. Only improper wake up causes my brain cells to hang frequently.

I enjoy my littleness, but my dreams are always big and are a big mess, because I like to travel. I travel into the darkness of madness, to gain unreal fulfillment beyond daylight.

Dreaming is like breathing: cannot be deleted, even over years.

2017,  a year of continued- dreaming, day-dreaming.

Happy dreaming.

Man Complication

Snails act as though they were perceived to follow the instinct of man; same to mushrooms.

Same to man himself.

It is actually no Amazon in snails' Google, mushrooms would never vroom vroom-away and arrive at the galaxy. Behind all these only that one man thinks hikinig, marathon and photography mean everything.

So today mushroom is just an ordinary white fungus that extracts nutrition from its host and provides mineral in return, a simple life only when human complication is absent.

When a snail is a snail, a mushroom is a mushroom, a man can only be a man.

And this one man cannot stop daydreaming until the vessel of his body is shattered.

Funny enough, Google, in the past few years, taught computers how to dream. Computers would then become human being.

Map of Dream

Yesterday builds today's  lush carpet-thick of memory, and the memory extends in tomorrow to become today's dream.

It sounds complicated. This is what has been observed as a waveform of the life of a snail.

A snail moves not in a hurry. Would it travel faster if it knows that the size of Amazon Rainforest is 2.72 million square miles, and there is a river, the Rio Hamza, around 4km underneath the Amazon River?

Everyday is a fascinating eye-opener. A snail would, if it could, it surely would like to aim for a bigger map of dream.

Then, everyday is a full-marathon to the snail.

Dreams live on

It is not right to say I have a dream, dreams are mass produced everyday.

Many are so dust-covered, but many years later, dreams remain fresh and show no signs of holiday or working man blues.

We grow old, dreams never. It is like lines of writing, sentences spoken, or Superman, dreams make all things alive.

Mushrooms come mushrooms go, dreams live on.

My small dreams about photography and marathon come true, in which new crazy dreams spin off.

To Dream in Year of the Monkey

My whole week was occupied with installation of new machines, left no room for dreaming.

People said if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.

I am lucky to have a Chinese New Year break, dreams revive.

I have dreams that are small and they do not change other people's life, but when they dry up, it is like the disappearance of phone booth to Clark Kent, though I am only Rainfield.

I need no "S" shield in order to dream while greeting you a prosperous Year of the Monkey, because this is as simple as to travel 54,000 kilometers in one somersault by Sun Wukong in Journey to the West, and because I am Rainfield.

SD Card of Dreams

There is always madness in dreams, in which I keep whatever crazy things I love to have; dreams, as I know, can be borderless big.

I save all my dreams inside each of the tiny mushrooms. I have shared, but certain parts of them are password-protected.

I perceive dreams while walking, talking and writing. I can so plot and play them, and replay them.

And suddenly when I replay a sweet one, I shall smile, yet no one in the crowd will notice. This is the beauty of life.

And I always appreciate this beauty of life.

Doors On Mushroom

And I begin "fancying the sort of thing that would happen", like Alice does.

Behind a curtain there is a silver screen, and behind a door there keeps a dream.

Mushrooms mushroom, doors on them multiply, and dreams ferment.

A forest reaches for dreams needs to pick to unlock these doors, thus we witness  sunrise, fog, rainbows, thunder, lightning, earthquakes, showers, drizzling, bright light etc.

All these dreams add surprises to our lives; we dance in a whirlwind romance at one time, and stroll in a peaceful adventure at another, and sometimes one right after the another.