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I dreamed I was in a small fishing village by the sea, somewhere that felt like Spain. A gang of bandits suddenly arrived in the village, going from house to house, capturing people and looting whatever they could find. I had been at home, cooking dinner for my partner, when someone suddenly burst in. Because we had some art pieces at home, the bandits tried to steal them. My partner tried to protect the artworks and got into a fight with the intruders. I quickly ran out the back door, feeling like they were trying to catch me too. I ran through the back alleyways. After shaking them off, I circled back to the front of the house to check what was happening. The bandits were completely brazen, barging into people’s homes, looting without restraint. They even stormed into a museum to steal artworks, and once they got them, they started tossing them around carelessly, claiming everything as theirs. I saw them bring in truckloads of more unruly people, and it made me feel scared. Nearby, I noticed a church was holding a service. I saw some children by the roadside and hurried them into the church, thinking it would be safer inside with more people. But I wasn’t part of the church community and didn’t know their rituals, so I didn’t want to disrupt the service. The children and I stood near the back, close to the entrance. But the rioters kept increasing in number. Eventually, some noticed a gap in the church’s rear windows and started throwing things inside. At first, I thought they were throwing bombs, but upon closer look, they seemed like glowing car headlights. Either way, they started hurling things into the church, and the chaos inside escalated. The looters continued riding around in trucks—robbing, vandalizing, and even ransacking galleries and museums for more artwork. The destruction was shocking. Some villagers began taking down paintings themselves, hoping to carry them away and protect them. Large artworks that couldn’t be moved were ripped down and thrown around by the rioters. Then, a violent storm rolled in. Some artworks were thrown by the sea, some even landed in the water. The villagers and I rushed into the ocean to rescue what we could, realizing that if we didn’t save them, this cultural heritage would be lost forever. We desperately tried to salvage the art. The mob swept through the village, plundering and terrifying everyone. Eventually, they left, but the entire village was in ruins, with signs of destruction everywhere. On the roads, many large artifacts and artworks lay scattered on the ground. We picked them up, relieved that at least they hadn’t been taken away. They were damaged, but still could be repaired. That was pretty much the dream. 夢見我像是在西班牙一個靠海的小漁村。村裡來了一群打劫的強盜，他們挨家挨戶，到處抓人搜刮財物。 我本來正在家裡做晚餐給我的男伴，突然有人衝進來。因為家裡有一些藝術作品，強盜想要奪取。我的男伴想要保護這些藝術畫作，和強盜打了起來。我趕快往後門跑，感覺強盜好像想要抓我。 我在後面的巷子跑。感覺擺脫他們後，我繞回家的前門看一下情況。盜匪真的很囂張，到處闖進民宅打劫搜刮，為所欲為。他們還到博物館去搶藝術品，搶到後就開始亂丟，說這些東西都是他們的。我看到他們一卡車一卡車來了更多的亂民，讓我感到害怕。 我身後那邊有個教堂正在做禮拜。看到路邊有幾個小孩子，我拉他們趕快跑進教堂，想說裡面人多，比較安全。可是我不是教會的人，不懂他們儀式的細節，又不想打擾他們做禮拜。 小孩子跟著我站在教堂後方，靠近門口那邊。可是亂民越來越多，甚至後來他們看到教堂後方的窗有縫隙，開始丟進一些東西。我乍看以為是炸彈，看清楚後發現像是車頭燈，因為它有發光。總之，他們就開始亂丟東西到教堂裡面。亂民越來越過分，教堂這裡也開始變得混亂。 亂民坐著卡車，一邊搶東西，一邊又把搶來的東西亂丟，還要搶畫廊和博物館裡面的畫作。看到搶匪如此破壞，越來越過分。村民們紛紛把一些畫作拿下來，想說能帶走就帶走，至少可以保護它們，免受摧殘。有一些大型畫作無法帶走，就看到亂民搶下來，又到處亂丟。 此時開始狂風暴雨，有的畫作被丟在海邊，有的還在海裡。我和村民們趕快下海搶救這些文物，想說那些東西如果不保存下來的話，這個文化資產就沒有了。我們就在那裡拼命搶救這些文物。 亂民到處搜刮掠奪，呼嘯而過，讓人感到好害怕。終於他們走了，整個村子也亂七八糟，到處都是被破壞的痕跡。路上有許多掉在地上的大型文物，或是藝術畫作。我們把它們撿起來，想說還好強盜沒有拿走，這些都還是可以修復的。大概就是這樣…

I dreamt that I was sitting at my vanity, just about to record my dream, when suddenly my daughter burst into the room and asked if I could do her makeup. I wanted to say, “Hold on, let me just jot this dream down first,” but she kept insisting, “Mommy, do my makeup! Please do my makeup!” So I thought, Alright, I’ll help her first and then record my dream afterward. She handed me a green eyeshadow and said she was going out with her friends later. But in the dream, she looked like she did when she was four or five years old. I still remember how she used to grab markers and draw on her face, pretending it was makeup. She sat down, and I applied the green eyeshadow to one of her eyelids, then moved on to the other. As I looked at her little face, I thought she looked absolutely adorable. It was that classic moment—she wanted to copy me because she had seen me doing my makeup. So sweet and innocent! After I finished her makeup, I suddenly realized that I had forgotten the dream I originally wanted to record. And then, it hit me: Wait a minute... this is a dream too, isn’t it? That’s when I slowly woke up and realized—it was all a dream. How fascinating... I was trying to record a dream inside a dream! 夢見我坐在化妝台前，正準備要記錄我的夢境的時候，女兒突然跑進我房間，問我說可不可以幫她化妝。我本來想說「等我一下，等我一下，我先把這個夢錄起來。」可是她一直說「媽媽幫我化妝啦！幫我化妝啦！」 我就想說「好吧！先幫她化妝好了，我再來記錄夢境。」她拿了綠色的眼影給我，說她待會要跟朋友出去。 可是夢裡的她，就是她四五歲那時候的模樣。我還記得她在真實生活裡，那時候的她就愛拿彩色筆畫在臉上 "化妝" 那個模樣。 她坐下來，我幫她擦綠色的眼影。擦完一邊，接著幫她擦另外一邊。看著她的小臉，我覺得她那模樣好可愛喔！她就是看到我化妝，她也想要學我化妝那個樣子，真的好可愛！ 幫她弄好後，正當我覺得剛剛想要記錄夢好像已經忘記的同時，突然意識到「欸！這個也是夢吧！」然後我就慢慢清醒，發現原來這是一場夢。 真有意思，我在夢裡面竟然還記得我要記錄 "前面" 的夢…

I dreamed that the Buddhist group I attend was holding an event that included a food offering. I brought a container of plain white rice with me to the temple and saw that many people had come to make offerings—there was an overwhelming variety of dishes. The kitchen team in charge of the event was an elderly couple. When I arrived, I helped clean and prepare the space for the offering. I told the elderly man in charge, “This is the white rice I brought.” He replied that someone had already prepared a lot of fried rice and fried noodles, so there wasn’t really a need for plain white rice. But in the dream, I insisted, “My white rice tastes really good. I’ve already brought it anyway.” He said okay—if he still had room in his stomach later, he’d try a little of my rice. I looked at the offering table. It was indeed full of dishes, very abundant, and there was even corn soup. I couldn’t help but wonder, “Will anyone actually want to eat plain white rice today?” Later, a man came over and invited me to dance the tango. Toward the end, he supported my back as I leaned backward, like a graceful final pose to end the dance. 夢見我參加的佛教團體有活動，要供齋。我帶著白飯來到道場，看到供齋的人很多，就是說菜太多了。 負責這次活動的香積組是一對老夫妻。我來到現場，就幫忙整理環境，準備供齋。 我跟負責的老先生說「這是我帶來的白飯」，然後他就說，這次有人做炒飯炒麵，意思是這些份量很多，用不到白飯。可是我在夢裡還跟他講說「我的白飯很好吃，反正我已經拿來了。」他回說好，如果待會他肚子還有空間的話，就會吃一點我的白飯。 我看了一下供齋桌，真的是菜色豐富，還有玉米湯。我不禁想：「那今天會有人需要吃白飯嗎？」 後來有一個男的過來，帶著我跳探戈。最後他扶著我的後背，讓我往後仰，像是舞曲結束的優雅舞姿…