Book3:WereMyDreamIs (第191/327页)

nganexpeahershoes.Stillotherfootstepswerelight,quidspritely.Theymustbelongtoabeautifulwoman…Dimitrifeltdazedandagainfellintoareverie.Afterawhile,hemuttered,

    “Letthosehard-wpeoplegoabouttheirbusiheywillgettheirjustdeserts.Letthosewholovetodreamweavetheirdreams,wheretheytoowillgettheirhappinessandsatisfa.Thisworldisjust.”Davidwhowassittingbesidehimthrewawayhiscigarettebutt,yawnedandsaid,

    “Ididn’tsleepwellstnight.ThosedamnedhooligansroughedmeupandIcoulda.NowIamfeelingsleepy.Iwouldcertainlyliketofindaquietalleytohavesomeshut-eyeandhaveanicedream.Thatwouldbegreat!”

    “Don’tyoufindthattraveliweendreamndtoreallifeisasdangerousaswalkingontightropes?”askedDimitri.“Theleastmisstepandyouwillfalldownabottomlessabyss.Thatisbecauseyoutherichesinyourdreamsintoreallife.InyourdreamsyouareanoblekingrichasCroesus,butinreallifeyouandIarehumblehobos.Thediffereweewoarereallytoogreat.Ifyouotkeepyourprospetheirproperbance,youwillfallintoapitofpainandbitternessfromwhichitwouldbehardtoextricateyourself.Youmustbeextremelycarefuboutthis.Pleaseremembermywordsandbewareofthepitfall.”

    “Justasyousaid,“Letthosehard-wpeoplegoabouttheirbusiheywillgettheirjustdeserts.Letthosewholovetodreamweavetheirdreams,wheretheytoowillgettheirhappinessandsatisfa.Ichoosetobeadreamerandahobo.Materiallyspeaking,Imaybeg,butIwillmychoiceofbeingazybuthappyhobo.It’smychoice.Iwillgetmyhappinessandsatisfaandthat’senoughforme…”Dimitrinoddedinagreementandthenadded,

    “Ialwaysthoughtthatdreamndisaensionofreallife.Itisapartofreallife.ButInevercouldclearlydefinewhichisreandwhichisillusionary.Perhapsbothareunreandillusionary.Inaword,itisimpossibletousestificmethodstoanalyzedreamsandreallife.Don’tyouthinkso...?”

    “Yourwordsaretooabstract,”entedDavidwithawrysmile.“Idon’tuandandIdon’twanttouand.Whatisdreamnd?ThatIderstand,butwhenyougetdowntoit,Idoouand.It’sakindofobscureandambiguouscept.”

    “Yht”saidDimitriughiily.“Lifeanddreamhobscureandambiguouscepts.Solongasitisinourhearts,thingsarefihereisowastetimeinthinkingaboutit,forhoweverwediagisjustawasteoftime.It’saproblemwithoutasolution…ButIthinkthedaywillewhenIwilletoaandingofthisproblem.Perhapsohesolutionwilletomeunheralded,suddenlyandactally,justasnaturallyaswhenyourbowelsmovessmoothlyandyourstoolpopsout.Ibelievethatdaywillewithinmylifetime.NowIjusttohavetositquietlyandwait.”Davidyawoodupandstretchedhimselfsaying,

    “Good!Yousitthereandwait.BesuretoletmeknowwhenyousolvetheproblegoingtolookforaquietaedallywhereItakeagoodnap…Straosay,myeyesusedtobegluedtothegroundlookingfarettebuttspeoplehadthrownawayasifthat’stheonlythingthatcouldcatchmyattention.Nowit’sdifferent.Myeyesarefreetoroahildwentintoashoptobuyady;atinyweedgrewoutofthecrevientbytheroadside;adolrbillfloateddownfromtheskyetc.areallmaterialIhadgatheredthatcouldbeweavedintoadream.Howwonderfullifeis!”

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    “Letmegiveyouagift”saidDimitripointingtothetall,magnifitandgrandiosebuildingacrossthestreet.“Whydon’tyouputthatbuildingintoyourbraintouseasmaterial?”Dimitriwasblind