Children’s Stories from TaiPing Collection
Original work (原作) available at National Museum of Taiwan History archives
A Dream Log
Last night the moon shone particularly bright. Alone in our courtyard, I laid down on a bamboo mat. The cool evening breeze brushed at me, and I slipped into sleep. Suddenly, I was with others and we were in the air. I was sitting in an airplane, looking out at a sea of white. The seat was comfortable. We were crossing a vast ocean, but suddenly we struck the peak of a mountain. I was aware of the sound of the explosion before I realized that the plane was afire and I was atop its hull. I let out a scream of excitement, that very scream which awoke me from my dream.