梦

我们终其一生所爱的，不过是一个不存在的自己，但你不能说念头是空的，若真是，那佛道也皆空了，可空是什么？一场梦间或的惊醒，一瞬间的顿悟，南宋听雨的僧，寒山落第的学子。

多像我们做过的无数的梦。有人说他梦见自己变成了佛，有人说梦见自己会飞。而我却梦见无数断头的蛇，梦见自己的死，那么平静，没有悲伤。

是我看的太开？也不尽然。郑智化在星星点灯里有唱“直到多年后一场大雨惊醒沉睡的我”许嵩也在灰色头像还是什么里有句“醒来只是另一个梦”，好似陈奕迅唱红玫瑰的开首一句“梦里梦到醒不来的梦”不知作者的实经还是偶感，而特朗斯特罗姆更是直接：“醒，是梦中往外跳伞。”

梦是什么？梦是无数场的相遇，不存在时间，剔除了空间，身影随意念随时跳动，像小学时教室放映的可控的倒带电影。

而梦这个本身的字也很有意思。上面是林，下面是夕，不知是不是大指夕阳落在了林子的下面，天就黑了，梦就要来临了。

太清醒终究不是一件好事情，糊涂的更干不来，将语言往干净，很多年后我才明白，我们终将没过上想象中的那种生活。不说了来听听孙燕姿唱的天黑黑看看看下面费罗斯特这首诗吧：

The Road Not Taken

　　by Robert Frost（弗罗斯特）

　　Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

    　And sorry I could not travel both

　　And be one traveler, long I stood

　　And looked down one as far as I could

　　To where it bent in the undergrowth.

　　Then took the other, as just as fair,

　　And having perhaps the better claim,

　　Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

　　Though as for that the passing there

　　Had worn them really about the same.

　　And both that morning equally lay

　　In leaves no step had trodden black.

　　Oh, I kept the first for another day!

　　Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

　　I doubted if I should ever come back.

　　I shall be telling this with a sigh

　　Somewhere ages and ages hence:

　　Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--

　　I took the one less traveled by,

　　And that has made all the difference.