Colorful Dreams
I like to dream very much, but there are no colors in my dreams. How can you know what colors look like when you live in darkness all day and have never seen anything?
Don't be too busy sympathizing with me. I'm not blind. My eyes are well developed, but I haven't had the chance to use them yet. The night gave me black eyes, and I was ready to use them to find the light. I am a fetus still living in my mother’s belly.
My mother’s belly is very warm. The place where I live is surrounded by soft walls, which are filled with amniotic fluid. When I feel stuffy, I blow bubbles and play with them. Sometimes I would do somersaults and stand upright in there, playing until my mother put her hand on my belly and caressed me gently, and then I slowly calmed down. I like my mother's touch very much, and I also like my mother's gentle words to me. My mother often said to me: "Child, grow up quickly and come out early to see the colorful world outside."
What will the colorful world look like? I often dream about it, but the world in my dreams is also black. Sometimes, my mother tells me stories, and there are many little animals in the stories. So there were some moving shadows in my dream, but I couldn't see the image clearly. Sometimes, my mother plays soft music for me, and those melodies are very nice. So there was beautiful music in my dream again. As my dreams become more and more rich, I want to see the outside world with my own eyes more and more.
However, although I know that I will go out one day, I don’t know when it will be or where I can go out. I felt around the room, and there were thick walls everywhere. Why was there no door? I really want to open the door and embrace that beautiful world.
The day that I had been looking forward to for a long time seemed a bit sudden when it actually arrived. I was sleeping that day, and in my dream the walls around me were squeezing in on me, scaring me awake. When I woke up, I realized that the wall was really closing in on me. What's going on? Never happened before. After a while, the wall returned to normal. I calmed down and thought that I might have been in a dream just now. However, after a while, the wall began to press down again, and this time it was no longer a dream.
The order of my life was completely disrupted by these bursts of pressure. I had no choice but to wait in panic for the further development of the situation. The squeezing became more frequent and harder, until my head was pushed to the bottom of the room. Although it was more spacious there, I couldn't hear my mother's heartbeat clearly, which made me even more uneasy. I stretched out my hand and touched it down, and found that there was a place that seemed particularly soft and seemed to be thinner than other places. At this time, a sudden burst of pressure came. I pushed my hand hard and it broke! There was a small hole in the wall and water started flowing out of the room. What should I do? I had to put my head against the hole to make the water flow slower, hoping that my mother would discover my predicament quickly and come to help me quickly.
At this time, I felt that my mother was also busy, and there was some noise around me. It bumped for a while, and then slowly, the surroundings became quiet, and my mother seemed to be lying somewhere. I didn't know that it was a hospital delivery bed, but I could guess that my mother had found a safe place, otherwise she wouldn't be so quiet. So I felt relieved and re-examined the current situation. Suddenly, my mind lit up and I understood, I was about to be born! My mood became excited, ah, the outside world, the beautiful colors, you are about to enter my dream!
Although mom’s belly is comfortable, no matter how comfortable it is, I will get tired of it if I stay there for a long time. Besides, as I grow older, it has become very inconvenient to play in mom’s belly. Every time I want to stretch my waist, , kicking my legs, my mother would say "ouch", I was afraid of hurting my mother, so I didn't dare to move hard. However, facing the many unknown things, I couldn't help being timid. Only here, listening to my mother's heartbeat in my sleep, did I feel safe. I miss this warm, comfortable and safe room, but I am about to leave here and never come back.
There was another squeeze, and I kicked impatiently. When I heard my mother moan, I suddenly thought of my mother's expectations for me. Since it is inevitable to face it, and there are so many wonderful expectations outside, I still try my best to cooperate with my mother and go out quickly. At this time, my head was squeezed into a long passage. It turned out that this was the way out. I heard my mother moan softly in my ears, and a strange voice beside me said calmly and firmly: "Harder! Harder!". I rushed forward suddenly, my head felt relaxed, my body slipped behind me, and I was already outside.
I really wanted to see the outside world quickly, but the dazzling light made me unable to open my eyes. A voice sounded: "Congratulations! It's a boy." Oh, I realized now that I am a boy. The boys in the story are all brave. When I grow up, I want to be a brave man and protect my mother. I was so excited that I couldn't help but pee all of a sudden. The nurse sister shouted: "This child, pee all over me!" She lifted my legs and patted me twice. I suddenly felt aggrieved. I didn't mean to do it. I was about to say goodbye. When I opened my mouth, I burst into tears with a "Wow" sound. I suddenly felt helpless as never before, and the air around me became cold. I kept crying, until I was attracted by my own crying, and I realized that crying makes my whole body feel so comfortable! In this novel experience, I gradually forgot why I was crying.
The nurse was dressing me, and I suddenly remembered, why haven’t I heard my mother’s voice? After making up my mind, I opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was the white ceiling, and then the beautiful nurse sister in pink clothes. I tried to turn my body again and saw several people in the room. Which one was my mother? I actually don’t know the mother I know best.
At this time, I suddenly came into contact with a gentle gaze. A pale and tired woman was lying on the bed in front of me. As soon as I met her eyes, I felt as comfortable as being in the warm amniotic fluid. She must be my mother! I think my mother is very beautiful, much more beautiful than my beautiful nurse sister. If I could walk and talk, I would definitely shout "Mom" and jump into her arms. Why are there tears in her eyes? Did I accidentally hurt her just now? I'm sorry! She won't blame me, right? I knew she loved me and I was deeply in love with her!
A new world, beautiful colors, my dreams will become more colorful. Among the colorful dreams, what I dream about most must be my mother’s gentle gaze.