I woke up suddenly at 6:30. I was confused and still making cult mudra on my hands. I was extremely frightened. This nightmare was really evil. The experience in the dream was that I traveled to a certain place. It was not too developed and had a strong religious atmosphere. The tour guide said we should visit a certain temple, and everyone in the car agreed and found it very interesting. The temple is huge and the bamboo forest is deep. You can turn left and right to enter the inner hall and kneel down. The tour guide disappeared inexplicably, and an old woman came out, dressed in a scary way, with dirty clothes, thin, skinny, and staring with sunken eyes, asking her to kneel down and worship the statue of the god covered with cloth in front of her. The hall was very quiet, illuminated by the weak candlelight, and everyone walking with me was smiling. They felt that the atmosphere was full and interesting, so they followed me in worship. I suddenly saw a cult handprint made on the old woman's hand (the big black Buddha in the movie "Spell", the believer's handprint. I wish the director once again to be kissed by the big black Buddha and fuck your mother.).
It was a thrill, and I also had the memory of watching the movie. It was so real that it happened inexplicably. It was so creepy. Seeing that I didn't bow, the old woman stared at me with stern eyes. I just kicked her down, turned around and ran out of the hall. (Sometimes the dream is clear, and sometimes I can’t recall the details. I don’t know what happened to those who traveled together after they paid their respects, so I’ll leave for now.)
Fearful and uneasy, with lingering fears. I was running very fast on my feet, gasping for air, and followers of the Big Black Buddha Mother in the temple chased me, but I was thrown away. The vendors and people walking outside the temple were plainly dressed, and their eyes were dull and strange, staring at me. I ran some distance and called a taxi. Halfway to the airport, the driver answered the phone and I noticed something was wrong. The driver was making a U-turn. I just walked over there, not knowing how to drive, so I got out of the car and ran around. I didn’t know how I got to a remote suburb and encountered some extremely primitive and simple thatched hut buildings. At this time, just like in the movie, I felt like I was being trapped. The Big Black Buddha Mother cursed her and she was going to die.
Everyone is afraid of death, and I am no exception. Inside, I saw a very small statue of a god whose appearance I couldn’t see clearly. It was replaced by a land father-in-law, or a small shrine with the usual impression of Southeast Asia. An old man dressed as a primitive aborigine, with paint on his face, was worshiping in a language he couldn't remember. Next to her is her granddaughter, who is young and beautiful, dressed in the same way, with a simplicity and primitiveness, and probably an inferiority complex for civilized society, and introversion. Always looking at me secretly.
Later, I knelt directly in front of the old man and said, 'Please, please, I don't want to die, I want to live, I will give you a golden body, I will give you money, whatever you want, please help me... .Let you live a good life...' crackling words. Forgetting the details later, the old man sighed. He must have discovered traces of the curse on me and decided to save me.
I prepared a large amount of thorns and firewood, and asked me to take off my clothes. The skin on my back had some corrosive black spots from the curse of the Buddha, but it continued to deepen. I had a premonition when the curse would break out. The fire started, and the high temperature blurred my vision. I squinted my eyes, and there was no detail in the burning feeling in my dream. Instead, the thorns with flames were used to continuously beat the skin on my back. It was a burning pain, but it was I enjoy this feeling very much and hope it will be even hotter. I could no longer open my eyes, and some strange murmurs sounded in my ears, which seemed to be chanting sutras, mixed with the "chichi" sound of burning wattle and firewood... The burning charcoal surrounded me. The sparks stained with residual fire exploded, and I somehow knew that this was a way to isolate the curse. If they all exploded, I would die.
In the end, I survived. The old man touched my cheek with a wooden stick and said that I didn't have much time. It was just a temporary isolation that could only last a few hours at most (can't remember clearly). The subsequent development was like the déjà vu of a movie. He kept more than half of his money, saying that he would go back to China to find the Buddha and the Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain for help. They would definitely be able to save him. He was awesome enough. Taking the girl away with me, the tight time made me panic...
When I arrived at a certain Buddhist temple (I don’t remember clearly), there was an endless stream of people in the temple. I was blocked when I entered and asked to pay money. I was stopped after not so many years. Terrified and desperate, she cried and shouted at the door, saying she was cursed and begging for help. All she received in response were the surprised looks of passers-by. The monk in the temple frowned and asked me to leave impatiently.
Walking like a zombie, I suddenly encountered a Taoist temple with only a few believers. It was very simple and quaint, with two or three Taoist boys and two old Taoist priests. It was an old Taoist priest who saw something strange about me at the door, noticed something, and invited me in.
Cinnabar was mixed with dog blood, and the talisman pen scratched my body. It felt cold to the touch. It was painted all over my cheeks, and the front and back of my body. The old Taoist priest said, "There's not much I can do to help you." Suddenly he remembered something and led the girl and I to the main hall of the Taoist temple, where a very ancient talisman was enshrined. The old Taoist priest said, "This is such-and-such a thunder and lightning talisman. The rest is up to you."
Taking the thunder and lightning talisman, I took the girl to Longhu Mountain again... The memory became blurry, and I forgot what happened. There was just another talisman, said to be an offering from the ancestor, with a bright yellow light, and it was framed. The new thunder and lightning talisman is different. The new talisman is very old, but its function seems to be to suppress the curse.
I have a little more confidence, and my mind is already thinking about going back to that tourist place, using the thunder talisman to blow up the fucking big black Buddha, and that temple. Or invite dozens of gunmen to kill those cracklings. Reality is sad, even the final outcome of this dream fucked me up.
The girl's mother-in-law said in my mind that I didn't have much time. Of course, my heart is to quickly go to the places I traveled to before and complete everything I want to accomplish in my mind. The means of transportation are, of course, taking a taxi and then flying. The inexplicable scene environment is directly embedded into a certain bus stop where when I was a child, I used to catch a bus to go to school. The dramatic thing is, it was 3:30 in the evening, and I waited and waited for no car... I felt like I was going to die. I became more and more frightened. I grabbed the two talisman tightly and put them on my open arms and clothes. Black spots of spells and traces of corrosion have appeared. It's the Buddha Mother, and the curse is still spreading. This condition exists on the entire arm. The slightly better condition is on the abdomen, but not on the legs.
I can't let the curse spread all over my body, otherwise I will die. The mentality of killing the Buddha Mother has been brought to its maximum, even hysterical and crazy. There was no car at 3:30, and there was no taxi. I felt like I was in a trance. What the hell is this? I didn’t have a fucking car! !
How I wish I could see a car, staring at every road with bloodshot eyes, and my face even became a little ferocious. No car, no fucking car, are all the taxi drivers dead? Finally, a car came, but its shape was extremely weird. Compared with ordinary taxis, the middle roof was constantly going up. It swelled to almost the same length as the car body. (Now that I think about it, it was clearly a weird hearse made of paper. Seven or eight cars passed by one after another, but none of them stopped, even if I shouted at the top of my lungs and even knelt down. On the ground. The crisis of death made me almost suffocated, and I couldn't care about anything else.
Just when I felt like I was going to die, the taxi broke through the darkness and drove over. I was so excited that I almost burst into tears and waved quickly. After getting on the bus, I couldn't remember where I was going. It should be said that I forgot the name of the place. Facing the driver's urging, I hesitated for a long time. Damn it, why at this juncture... My face turned red, and the two talismans in my hands were somewhat deformed.
Later, when I talked about some of the environment of that tourist city, two words "Nanjing" popped up in my mind. The driver sounded like a big man from the north. He said in a loud voice, "Brother, this shouldn't be Nanjing. It's definitely not Nanjing." Not Nanjing." Then he gave me an answer. "This is..." Where he said it, this is where the trouble of dreaming comes from. I really can't remember the details.
Then I woke up... Damn, if I continue to have this dream tomorrow, I will be really scared, wondering if I have been cursed by the Big Black Buddha Mother.
Recommended movie: [Curse]. The folklore atmosphere is full, and the feeling of shooting is very real, which is quite good.
ps: Don’t watch it if you are timid, and I would like to give you my best wishes. I hope the director and the Big Black Buddha will kiss each other for a hundred years.
In addition, I got up early today, updated a little more, and completed the third update promised last night.
To highlight the key points, I will update four times today! !
