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文章来源:baobaobubu    发布时间:2019-11-10 08:04  【字号:      】

清醒梦--“梦中了了知是梦,却恐燕语来惊眠”

每日一句The curfew tolls the knell of parting day. the lowing herd winds slowly over the lea, the ploughman hoeward plods his weary way, and leaves the world to darkness and to me.--Elegy Written In旧是你就是你01每日小故事众所周知,梦境一般都非常真实,极具诱惑力,以至于深陷其中的时候,我们根本不会怀疑其真实性

就像在《盗梦空间》中,柯布(小李子饰演)只能根据陀螺是否停止转动,来判定所处世界的真实与否

但不知道大家有没有这样的梦境体验:在做梦的时候,我们一边经历着梦中的场景,一边想着,这只是梦

蚂乙在小的时候,做过很多梦

最多的,莫过于从高处跳下,碰到很多好吃的和钱(不过没有一次吃到或者拿到钱,悲催),还有恐怖片(这或许是因为小时候看多了恐怖片,小朋友千万别学,每天做噩梦吓死人)

但无论是哪一种场景,刚开始的时候,我都以为那是真的:发现自己到了很高的地方,吓得要死,生怕掉下去;发现有很多好吃的和钱,就两眼冒光,咽口水,急切的想要拿到手;当深陷恐怖片的时候,那真是想死的心都有了,每次吓得半夜醒来

这样三种梦,重复次数最多,记得也真切

我似乎从以往的梦境中学习到了经验,突然有一天,当发现自己身处山巅的时候,我居然能够察觉到,自己在做梦!当即就想:反正是做梦,跳下去又不会死,跳完梦就结束了

然后我就纵身一跃,还没来得及感受失重的感觉,梦就结束了

一次之后,我越来越能够识破梦的伎俩了

在遇到很多好吃的和钱的时候,我都懒得伸手去拿,因为我知道不会成功的

梦从来不会让我得到这些东西,为了避免失望我就懒得期望了

但有时候,知道这是梦,是假的,并不能减轻我的恐惧

这类型的梦,就是恐怖片

其中有一个,至今都历历在目

梦中,我被一个坏人绑到了荒坟堆里,不得动弹

整个荒坟堆被一层诡异的迷雾笼罩着,灰暗清冷

满眼望去,除了荒坟还是荒坟

在晚上8点的时候,那些坟里面的东莫言殇作品西,就会全部出来,而现在,已经7点多了

梦以这个场景开始,也以此结束

我并没有等到梦中的8点,就结束了梦中的旅行

准确说,是吓醒了

我知道我身在梦中,可我还是害怕

就像你看恐怖片的时候,即使知道是假的,可还是会害怕

而这种梦,是看恐怖片的加强版,你不仅看,还参与其中,有点像鬼屋冒险

由于做过很多类似的梦,而这些梦又与平常做的梦不太一样,蚂乙便上网查阅了相关的资料,才发现,这叫清醒梦

清醒梦指的是,人们在做梦的时候,能够意识到自己在做梦

哈弗医学院将清醒梦的四个原则描述为:知其在梦,了解客体会消失,知不会遵循客观物理规律,对真实世界有记忆

“了解客体会消失”这一点,蚂乙也不明白到底啥意思

如果是说梦里看到的东西会消失,那根据本人亲身经历,不是这样的

感兴趣者可自行了解哦

那么,人们为什么会产生清醒梦呢?加州大学睡眠和神经实验室研究表明,这是由于大脑活动处于不同的模式上

在人们睡觉的时候,更活跃、负责逻辑推理的背外侧前额叶突然开始活动,让大脑一跃进入了“清醒”的意识状态,让以为梦境就是现实的大脑一下子就明白:自己在做梦

根据相关研究,清醒梦对于人类并没有坏处,至于好处,暂时还没有定论

根据坊间流传,有些清醒梦,对人们现实中的工作产生过帮助

比如,著名科学家费曼和爱因斯坦就曾宣称,他们从清醒梦中获得了灵感;我国古代大诗人陆游为此作诗:“梦中了了知是梦,却恐燕语来惊眠”;而前文提到的《盗梦空间》的导演--世界奇才诺兰,就是受到自己清醒梦的启发,才制作出这样一部旷世奇作

目前对于清醒梦的研究,已经成为了心理研究的一大重点

国际上很多著名的医学院,如哈佛医学院,就将清醒梦的研究作为一大研究重点

相信在未来,人们关于清醒梦的更多谜团,将会一一解开

旧是你就是你02每天60秒读懂《星运里的错》CHAPTER SIXMom was folding my laundry while watching this TV show called The View when I got home. I told her that the tulips and the Dutch artist and everything were all because Augustus was using his Wish to take me to Amsterdam. “That’s too much,” she said, shaking her head. “We can’t accept that from a virtual stranger.”“He’s not a stranger. He’s easily my second best friend.”“Behind Kaitlyn?”“Behind you,” I said. It was true, but I’d mostly said it because I wanted to go to Amsterdam.“I’ll ask Dr. Maria,” she said after a moment.* * *Dr. Maria said I couldn’t go to Amsterdam without an adult intimately familiar with my case, which more or less meant either Mom or Dr. Maria herself. (My dad understood my cancer the way I did: in the vague and incomplete way people understand electrical circuits and ocean tides. But my mom knew more about differentiated thyroid carcinoma in adolescents than most oncologists.)“So you’ll come,” I said. “The Genies will pay for it. The Genies are loaded.”“But your father,” she said. “He would miss us. It wouldn’t be fair to him, and he can’t get time off work.”“Are you kidding? You don’t think Dad would enjoy a few days of watching TV shows that are not about aspiring models and ordering pizza every night, using paper towels as plates so he doesn’t have to do the dishes?”Mom laughed. Finally, she started to get excited, typing tasks into her phone: She’d have to call Gus’s parents and talk to the Genies about my medical needs and do they have a hotel yet and what are the best guidebooks and we should do our research if we only have three days, and so on. I kind of had a headache, so I downed a couple Advil and decided to take a nap.But I ended up just lying in bed and replaying the whole picnic with Augustus. I couldn’t stop thinking about the little moment when I’d tensed up as he touched me. The gentle familiarity felt wrong, somehow. I thought maybe it was how orchestrated the whole thing had been: Augustus was amazing, but he’d overdone everything at the picnic, right down to the sandwiches that were metaphorically resonant but tasted terrible and the memorized soliloquy that prevented conversation. It all felt Romantic, but not romantic.But the truth is that I had never wanted him to kiss me, not in the way you are supposed to want these things. I mean, he was gorgeous. I was attracted to him. I thought about him in that way, to borrow a phrase from the middle school vernacular. But the actual touch, the realized touch . . . it was all wrong.Then I found myself worrying I would have to make out with him to get to Amsterdam, which is not the kind of thing you want to be thinking, because (a) It shouldn’t’ve even been a question whether I wanted to kiss him, and (b) Kissing someone so that you can get a free trip is perilously close to full-on hooking, and I have to confess that while I did not fancy myself a particularly good person, I never thought my first real sexual action would be prostitutional.But then again, he hadn’t tried to kiss me; he’d only touched my face, which is not even sexual. It was not a move designed to elicit arousal, but it was certainly a designed move, because Augustus Waters was no improviser. So what had he been trying to convey? And why hadn’t I wanted to accept it?At some point, I realized I was Kaitlyning the encounter, so I decided to text Kaitlyn and ask for some advice. She called immediately.“I have a boy problem,” I said.“DELICIOUS,” Kaitlyn responded. I told her all about it, complete with the awkward face touching, leaving out only Amsterdam and Augustus’s name. “You’re sure he’s hot?” she asked when I was finished.“Pretty sure,” I said.“Athletic?”“Yeah, he used to play basketball for North Central.”“Wow. How’d you meet him?”“This hideous Support Group.”“Huh,” Kaitlyn said. “Out of curiosity, how many legs does this guy have?”“Like, 1.4,” I said, smiling. Basketball players were famous in Indiana, and although Kaitlyn didn’t go to North Central, her social connectivity was endless.“Augustus Waters,” she said.“Um, maybe?”“Oh, my God. I’ve seen him at parties. The things I would do to that boy. I mean, not now that I know you’re interested in him. But, oh, sweet holy Lord, I would ride that one-legged pony all the way around the corral.”“Kaitlyn,” I said.“Sorry. Do you think you’d have to be on top?”“Kaitlyn,” I said.“What were we talking about. Right, you and Augustus Waters. Maybe . . . are you gay?”“I don’t think so? I mean, I definitely like him.”“Does he have ugly hands? Sometimes beautiful people have ugly hands.”“No, he has kind of amazing hands.”“Hmm,” she said.“Hmm,” I said.--to be continuedorchestrate:arrangesoliloquy:monologuebe attracted to:be attracted by·END· 旧是你分享大学生活的点滴给我【好看】你也越好看!第4色.com 第4色.com




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