Waking dreams are false

The ancient Indian view of dreams is unique in that dreams can be the reality of the physical world in which we live, while the 'real world' in which we live is essentially an illusory dream. In other words, dreams are as real as reality, and the so-called real world is as illusory as dreams. Indians believe there is no essential difference between dreams and the 'real world'. One big difference between the Indian view of dreams and that of the Chinese or other peoples is that the above ancient Chinese or Indian belief holds that dreams are 'real events' experienced by the soul and are as real as real life. The snake-like soul that came out of a monk's head in his dream actually existed, and did eat saliva and pass through the ditch; Went to the flowers. Indians, on the other hand, believe that dreams and the 'real' world, although essentially indistinguishable, are not real, that dreams are illusory, and that 'reality' is also illusory, with no 'real events' taking place.

There are many stories in the Indian scriptures about people who become someone else in their dreams, and when they wake up, they find that what they dreamed was real. There is a story of such a peculiar dream in Bashi Shiduo Yu Jia.

In the prosperous country of Northern Pundova, there was a kind king named Lavallo, who was born into the noble family of Hollicandor. One day a magician bowed to the king and said, 'Your Majesty, sit on the throne and see this wonderful trick.' The magician waved his Kongyu-feathered wand, and a man from the Faith arrived, leading a horse; As the king stared at the horse, he remained motionless on his throne, his eyes glazed over, as if lost in thought. His courtiers were worried, but they remained silent. A minute later, the king woke up and fell from his throne. The servants caught him as he fell, and the king asked, puzzled, 'Where is this place?' 'Whose palace is this? It was only when he finally regained his senses that he told this story: 'I sat on my horse and watched the magician wave his wand. I had visions of riding a horse and going out hunting alone. After walking a long way, I came to a big desert, crossed the desert to a jungle, and under a tree a creeper attacked me, and my arm hung up on the tree. I was hanging there, and the horse went under me. I spent the whole night in the tree, without sleep, feeling terrible. The next day, I saw a dark-skinned young woman with a food jar, and because I was very Russian, I asked her to give me something to eat. She told me she was a pariah and said she would give me food if I married her. I agreed, and after she had given me food, she took me back to her village, where I married her and took care of an adopted pariah.

She bore me two sons and two daughters, and I spent six years with her, dressed in stinking, moldy, and thrummed with 虮 lice, drinking the blood of the still lukewarm beasts I had killed, and eating the rotten flesh of the crematorium floor. Though I am the only son of the King's father, I am old, with grey hair and ragged clothes, and I forget that I am a king; I became more and more convinced that I was a pariah. One day, when there was a terrible famine. When a great drought and forest fire broke out, I took my family and fled into another forest. While my wife was awake, I said to my little son:

Eg. To roast my meat. Eg. He agreed, and it was his only hope of staying alive.

I was dismembered, and when he had prepared the pyre with which to roast my flesh, and was about to throw me into the pyre, at this critical moment I, this king, fell from the throne. So I was. Eg. Whoaa! Whoaa! Eg. Awakened by a musical cry. It's a magician's illusion.' When King Lavallo finished telling the story, the magician suddenly disappeared. Then the courtiers opened their eyes in amazement and said, 'Good heavens, this is no magician; It is an illusion of God that makes us realize that the material world is a purely spiritual illusion.' The king prepared to go to the desert for real the next day, determined to find again the barren land reflected in his mental image. Along with his ministers, he trekked until he found a desert as vast as the one he had seen in his dreams, and to his surprise, he discovered all the things he had dreamed about: he met the pariah hunter he had known, and he found the village that had adopted him as a pariah. Saw this with that man. Women, everything people use, the drought-hit woods, the children of hunters who have lost their parents. He met the old woman who had been his mother-in-law. He asked her, 'What happened here? Who are you?' She told him a story about a king who came here and married her daughter, and they had children, and then there was a drought and the whole village died. The king was astonished and full of pity. He asked more questions, and her answers convinced him that the woman was telling the story of his life as a pariah. So he went back to the city and his palace, where the people welcomed him back.

From such dream stories, Indians derive their unique dream view and world view. In the above text, after speaking about Ravaro's dreams and experiences, Bhashistal explains:

'Ignorance causes all this so that things happen that do not happen, such as a man dreaming that he is dead.' The spirit does experience what it causes, even though it does not really exist; On the other hand, they are not unreal. What happens in the Dalit village appears to King Lavallo as images in his mind that are both real and unreal, or as visions that Lavallo sees directly become a conscious perception in the spirit of the Dalit. Lavallo's image has penetrated the untouchable psyche. For just as similar languages appear in the minds of many people, so similar times. Space and even behavior also appear in many people's minds, as in dreams. Just as the mind can forget everything that has happened, no matter what is important. In the same way, people can accurately remember something as having happened, even when it didn't.'

In the Indian conception, there are no 'real events'; the events that the human spirit experiences in dreams, in everyday life, actually happen to his spirit. Moreover, the same event will appear in the mental consciousness or heart of different people, as if they had a dream together, in which case everyone thinks that this event is a real thing that happened and not an illusory dream. This view is clearly not materialistic. This view of Indians is not the mainstream in China, only Zhuangzi once had, Zhuangzi said: 'I once dreamed that I was a butterfly, woke up and thought, is Zhuangzhou dreaming into a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming into Zhuangzhou?' Another Indian tells a dream story that seems to have been told precisely to answer Zhuang Zhou:

There was once a monk who liked to imagine strange things. He spent all his time in meditation, and the years passed quickly. One day, a fantasy struck him: 'It is interesting that I will experience what happened to the first people.' As soon as he has this idea, he inexplicably assumes the appearance of another person, whose identity and name, even if it is only mental. By pure chance, when a crow happened to be under the tree and a palm tree fell and hit him on the head, he thought, 'I am Jibhada.' The dreamer, Jibhada, enjoyed himself for a long time in a town made of dreams.