Dreams

Last night I had some dreams, after worked for a whole morning,and now I can’t recall all the dreams clearly. But I remember the man in the dream, he is about fifty years old, wearing dark glasses, maybe golden frame glasses, long hair, his shirt pattern and color is similar with these small shrubs that I saw yesterday on the side of the road. He is handsome, high-spirited, eloquent, teaching the students of our class in art theory, style genre, occasionally tell us about when he was young, free and easy, the breakthrough of middle age, his spirits is just passionate as his life.

Yet the classmates looked like serious, but respect smiles was with something of alienation, each one have each idea, they have begun to plan where to go shopping after class to have a meal, two female classmates sitting together, looked up at the teacher occasionally, occasionally looked down quietly talking about their private affairs.

What else did I dream about? Maybe there’s no need to think back. It’s like another life, after which you have a good feeling, but you don’t have to remember it.

昨晚我做了一些梦,经过一个上午的工作,现在我已经不能清晰地回忆起所有的梦境了。但是我记得梦里见到的那个男人,他大约有五十岁,戴着黑框眼镜,也许是金丝边框的眼镜,长发,他的衬衣花纹和颜色跟我昨天在路边见到的小灌木相似,他英俊潇洒,意气风发,口若悬河,向我们班的同学们讲着艺术理论、风格流派,偶尔还会跟我们说起他年轻时的洒脱,中年时的突破,他的神采飞扬正如他的人生。然而台下的同学们表面看起来还算是认真,然而尊敬的微笑中带着几分疏离,认真中各有各的心思,他们已经开始盘算下课后去哪里逛街吃饭,两个女同学坐在一起,偶尔抬头看老师,偶尔低下头轻声谈论着她们的私事。

还梦见了什么呢?或许没必要再回想了吧。那就像是另一段人生,经历过后留下快感,却不需要历历在目。

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