Take it easy, sit back and relax
I have always had the habit of taking an afternoon nap, and on the afternoon of July 26 I slept as usual. But that afternoon nap, I had a dream: This dream is a dream within a dream. In the dream, I dreamt that my deceased grandmother called me to the bedside and gave me a jade pendant. Grandmother said, "This jade pendant is worth more than 200,000 yuan; I give it to you as a family heirloom." I was very happy to accept it. Then someone I didn’t know, after I accepted the pendant, reached out to take it from me. I actually refused, but inexplicably I still gave it to him. I was trying hard to see his face, but I could not see clearly no matter what. Later the dream woke up. (At this moment I was still in the dream.) In the dream I thought I had a jade pendant worth more than 200,000 yuan, and I was very anxious to find it. It seemed I found it, but it seemed to be broken. I felt great heartache, as if it were a real pain in my flesh, and then I woke up.
When I had nothing to do, I also went straight to Baidu Zhou Gong Dream Interpretation. The general idea is roughly: A person nurtures jade; jade nourishes a person; jade understands human nature; jade breaking represents warding off disasters. It also says below that recently you should go out less, touch cars less; you might be a bit unlucky. Of course, I’m not superstitious either. I used to be a firm atheist who didn’t believe in any deities. But later many things happened that couldn’t be explained, and some of it really felt mysterious; I gradually started to waver a bit. After checking, I didn’t take it to heart, nor did I think about it every day. Until today…
Today at noon I came back from outside, on a road as usual. From far away I saw a car; I began to turn to yield to him, but somehow he suddenly also turned toward me and directly collided with me. One second before the crash I reacted; just before contact I released the handlebars and jumped off the bike, and my right-hand thumb was cut and bleeding. Looking back, there was an electric scooter on the ground, and a person was pinned under the car. I immediately went over, lifted the scooter, and then helped the injured person to stand. I quickly asked whether he was alright; if there was any issue, we would call a taxi to go to the hospital. I saw he was carrying a backpack, and asked again. He said he was in the second year of middle school, 14 years old, just finished after-school tutoring and was about to go home to eat. Then I used a towel to wipe his blood; the second-year middle school student’s injuries were more serious than mine: a cut on his right palm, scrapes on his right knee, and scrapes on the right side of his arm and back. I helped stop the bleeding and wipe his wounds; later I asked if he wanted to go to the hospital, and he refused. His mother also called; at first she was panicked, asking whether we were both okay. When she learned it was only scrapes and cuts, she told her son to hurry home to have his wound dressed. I initially planned to report it to the police, since he hit me and he was riding a bike under 16. But then I thought the boy’s injuries were more serious than mine; if I reported it, it might cause me extra trouble, so I chose not to report.
On the way home I felt a consistent sense of bad luck; I’d never experienced anything like this, and today I was hit, but during that time I hadn’t thought about the jade pendant. After arriving home, I suddenly remembered the jade pendant; a sense of reverence arose spontaneously, and I trembled all over. In the evening I burned incense and paid respects to the Bodhisattva and my ancestors, hoping for safety, smooth days, and good health in the future.