Employing hypnosis and guided by the soul, reliving a profound dream experience.
Aze stood before the door of his hometown, familiar yet strange. The sky hung heavy and gloomy, as if day and night had been turned upside down.
He had no idea how he ended up here, only sensing an eerie silence all around him.
He pushed open the wooden door, but beyond it lay not a room, only a long corridor stretching into the abyss.
On the wall hung a series of faded photographs, each capturing his childhood self in tears after being scolded, every one staring at him. He quickened his pace, whispers echoing in his ears:
"Why are you still running?" "Didn't you say you hated her?"
A Zhe stopped in his tracks and whispered, "I... never said anything like that."
"You said it. You said it in your dream."
A strange yet familiar voice echoed from within the wall—a voice that sounded like his own, yet also like that of a relative he wished to forget.
Suddenly, the wall cracked open, and a pair of hands reached through the gap, grabbing his wrist.
You want to go back and see her, don't you? But you know she's already dead—dead the day you said, "I don't want to see her anymore."
"That was just me talking out of turn when I was little! I didn't understand... I didn't understand she was only trying to help me!" Ah Che's voice choked up.
The floor suddenly gave way, and A Zhe plummeted into darkness.
He fell into a forest shrouded in thick fog. This time it wasn't daytime—it was eternal night.
Every tree bore a human face, twisted, agonized, screaming:
"Why are you ignoring me?"
"How could you just walk away like that?"
He turned and ran, stumbling into a dark lake. The water, as black as ink, reflected his own face—which suddenly transformed into his mother's features.
She looked at him tearfully and murmured:
"I just loved you too much... but you always blamed me for being too controlling. Was I wrong?"
"No—" A Zhe knelt in the lake, reaching out to touch the image, but the surface cracked like glass.
A door rose from the water—it was that ancient bronze mirror.
The door bore an inscription: "Those who see the truth must sacrifice a part of themselves."
The door opened automatically, and he stepped inside, entering a weightless space.
All his dreams floated around him: he killed, he kissed his father, he became his mother's lover... Each scene was absurd and fraught with taboo.
A Zhe panicked and shouted, "This isn't me! None of this is real!"
At that moment, a little boy in a red jacket appeared —it was his childhood self.
He approached A Zhe and said coldly:
It's true. You just refuse to admit it. Haven't you always wished she were dead? You also hate that father who never held you or told you he loved you.
You've just buried all of this deep inside, covering it up with work, responsibilities, and that goody-two-shoes facade.
"I... I'm not that kind of person..." Ah Zhe wept bitterly.
"I'm just afraid... that once I admit these things, I won't be a good person anymore."
The little boy smiled, his tone calm yet cruel:
You're not the person you imagine yourself to be. You're chaotic, contradictory, and... human.
Suddenly, space collapsed, and A Zhe opened his eyes in alarm.
He found himself kneeling before the Buddha of Success shrine, where incense smoke curled gently from the altar table. The bronze mirror lay beside her portrait.
In the mirror, he saw himself half adult, half that child in the red coat.
Dream Interpretation:
This entire dream could be said to be the true life of Ah Che's subconscious.
He began by standing before his childhood home. This wasn't some random scene; his subconscious had led him "home"—back to the very origin of the problem.
That endless corridor, filled with photos of him being scolded as a child.
This actually hints that—many of the emotional blockages he experiences are tied to his childhood experiences.
And I told him, "Your childhood was miserable. Your dad must have been a drunk. He beat your mom."
So you want to protect Mom, which is why you want to become her lover.
Your father's prolonged absence during your childhood has led to an intense desire to control women and a deep-seated fear that they might leave you.
He was torn inside— part of him wanted to forgive her, while another part was still angry with her.
The most crucial figure is the little boy in the red jacket—that is, his childhood self.
He stepped forward, pointing to his heart and declared, "You are the one filled with hatred, resentment, and shame."
This dream was forcing him to admit: " You haven't always been a good person. You're also a wounded child, harboring hatred, anger, and even dark thoughts wishing others would vanish. "
At the end of the dream, he returned to reality, lying before his mother's memorial altar. Then he saw himself in the mirror—half his present self, half his childhood self.
To summarize the key points of the entire dream:
Hometown and the Long Corridor = Returning to the source of trauma.
Photographs and voices converse = The subconscious forces him to confront words and feelings from the past he refuses to acknowledge.
Forest, night, tranquil lake = Symbolic spaces of chaos, fear, and suppressed emotions.
The image of a mother = A tangled web of love and hate, an inner conflict.
Taboo imagery in dreams = Symbols of repressed desires, anger, and guilt.
The childhood self appears in conversation = The true self from the subconscious emerges to converse with the present self.
The fragmented self in the mirror = He is undergoing a transformation of self-integration.
This dream is actually doing one thing: helping Ah Cheh confront those deeply buried emotions he dares not touch, giving him the chance to heal and reconcile.
