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			The dream like reality.         The former English revised edition was revised like this in November 2, 2013. Hiromasa Noguti.
		2. The mole and the ghost.
	However, whose was the solemn voice in question? As it thought before, is that a god's voice? At that time, someone in question with the solemn voice said it is meaningless to ask about the future. But, what is the reason? Why is it meaningless to ask about the future? Even if it is hard for me to believe a god, it may be possible to think that the voice in question was a god's if I can know of the thing the voice said. I suddenly thought so though to tell the truth I still was in the dream. And I started to think about the meaning of the words in question a god seems to have given off. Then, the thinking like that selects various words, and sums up the words like that to several words. And, the several words like that produced new words. Strangely, it is that I saw the dream that the new words float in the dark as the vague image one after another as if it is a cloud or the strange light. Furthermore, the new words produced newer image, linking together with other words. However, it is strange. It seems the meanings the relationship among new words shows are incoherent if it considers the meaning of each word, though as for the relationship in question itself, it seems to be right logically. In this case, it can show as the example the sentence that "I will walk without shoes because evil spirit is the converse existence about god". And it is that the sentence like that appears in the dark, and produces new sentence with linking with other words. I got bewildered because of this non understandable situation. "Why, did I get dementia?". I, thinking like that, felt inexpressible fear in spite of oneself. However, the strange link among the words or image becomes abundant increasingly in spite of my bewilderment. But, the meaning of those still is unclear as before. I, feeling the fear and bewilderment also about the thing, turned my eyes away from the vision of the link in question. Just then, whole of the space spreading in the dream suddenly loses light. By any chance, it may be the space in the dream had gotten lost. Anyhow, my five senses were lost gradually though it seems to be the effect of the thing. By any chance, it may be that the fact that the things I should recognize disappeared brought the illusion that my five senses were lost. Needless to say, it is because the five senses can't function under the situation like that. However, would it be so really? "By any chance, the situation there isn't the things to recognize may be equal with the situation there isn't the five sense. In other words, these two sentences may have the same meaning.". Although it wasn't the clear feeling so, I got caught to the idea like that for a moment.
	Anyhow, it is certain that I'm feeling nothing here even if it is in dream. And not until I experienced the thing, I realized the thing that the unusual condition of five senses like that brings horrible torment. If I'm in this situation for long, it seems that even one's self disappears. "Or, it may be that I already died". I fell into the inexpressible uneasiness, being caught to the illusion like that. Needless to say, it is because the illusion like that is the entrance which would lead me to the nothingness. If it gets in there, nothing exists there. It is that to say nothing of parents, friends and wife or other, even one fragment of light doesn't exist there. It can say that it is the world of complete death making a person not recognize even the disappearance of oneself. I, standing in front of that entrance, was wavering about whether it should get in there. And without considering the importance of that decision, I suddenly tried to get in there carelessly. However, fortunately I didn't get in the nothingness. It is that an unknown strong force, acting to me suddenly, pulled me back to the world able to recognize. To tell the truth, not until the strong force in question acted to me, I could realize the true character of the nothingness. And the attachment to living which is immanent in me became active because of the thing. So, since the thing changed my way of thinking, it was that I could come back to the world able to recognize.
	Although at that time, my five senses still didn't function, it was certain that I'm living. Actually I could think about various things. And I also could feel my loneliness like ice. "Yes, I'm not disappearing yet. Don't give up!". I, telling me so, started to think about the strange situation which occurred to my five senses. And soon I realized that one's self which is the existence recognizing is supported by object. In other words, that is the thing that the relationship between the existence to recognize and the existence to be recognized makes each exist. So, I wanted the object I should recognize. Just then, a space was recognized suddenly. And, I felt someone is behind me. I looked back in spite of oneself. However, what on earth happened? I, when noticing suddenly, was in the dark which looks like tunnel. And one mole with blond hairs is staring at me there. That mole looks impertinent considerably. So, I had glared back at the mole before noticing. Just then, the mole says in the ironical tone "Stop pretending to think, because you already are to be aware". However I don't know what he means. Although apparently, he seems to be feeling me miserable, there doesn't seem to be a meaning in his words so, because he is only an mere mole narrowly having a little brain. "Before all it is impertinent to feel me miserable!". I, suddenly feeling anger under the thinking like that,again glared at the mole. However, by any chance, it may be that I had read a suggestion of something from his words at that time. At least, it was certain that I had felt a distasteful meaning from his words. However, I'm almost not aware of my mind like that. "How should I drive away this foolish small animal?". I was thinking only the thing. However, it is strange. Next moment, I had been stared at by a terribly poor looking man having the appearance like a skeleton though not knowing why. And the mole is nowhere. "Why is this? Did the mole change to this seedy-looking man?". However, it doesn't seem that the strange thing like that occur actually. I gazed at the man only in amazement, unable to understand this situation. Anyhow, it would be certain he is considerably twisted man. It was because the man often glances up at me as if it peeps at my mind. However, what a ugly man he is! To all appearances, it seems it is better to not get concerned in him. I turned my eyes away from him, pretending to know nothing. It may be possible to stand the mole than to stand this man, because the mole looks beautiful wearing blond hairs. I thought so for a moment.
			However, I'm in the considerably narrow tunnel. And, there doesn't seem to be a person able to speak with me except this man. In this situation, it would be possible to keep on ignoring this man really? But it is hard to speak to such a doubtful fellow at least in my initiative, for he is staring at me from the first. I, while thinking how to do, turned my eyes on my hand casually. But, what a strange situation it is! My hands are covered by the blond hairs. Furthermore, my ten fingers have the keen claws. Yes, I had changed to the blond mole. However, It is hard to accept this situation at once. "it is impossible that I'm the mole". I, thinking so for a moment, looked for the mole around me through the dark. But, the mole is nowhere. It only can see instead of the mole the poor-looking man is staring at me. And just before, the mole certainly was in the place I'm in. If this is a fact, would it be that the poor-looking man I'm watching is one's self having been looking down the mole before? Would it be that I and the mole exchanged each body, before noticing? Probably it would be that it is so. I got shocked terribly to notice the importance of the problem. However, what a foolish man I was! I feel the shame about having been looking down the mole in only the reason that I'm human being. By any chance, it may be that I was about to forget the thing the poor-looking man is me because my brain became terribly small with my having become the mole. So, it may be that I could look down one's self who is the mole as the objectively inferior existence. Anyhow, the poor looking man, in spite of longing for the sunlight, is waiting to fall into the death, thinking one's future is pessimistic. So, the mole who is me told him "As you like, if you can't understand my talk in spite of my kind suggestion". And, I, when turning my back to him, left him there and continued to dig tunnel with my keen claws.
	To tell the truth, this place I am digging is the vein of various jewelry called truth. I found out these with my sharp sense of smell and ate these as the nourishment. To tell the truth, it was necessary, to finally find the sunlight it regards as most valuable jewel. "I will expose myself to sunlight, to my heart's content, jumping up on the ground sometime". The zeal like that made me forget this dark and loneliness. And, the vein of jewelry led me to more valuable truth, suggesting digging deeper. Needless to say, I, whenever finding and digging the jewelry like that, devoured it cheerfully. It is because those jewels are sweet like honey. I, while tasting those, found out also new jewels as a time. The brightness of the jewel gets known by nobody if the said jewel isn't excavated and if someone doesn't taste it. The mere mathematical and scientific conjecture about the future hasn't the taste. It was because the cognition creates the future. Therefore the wisdom the ancestors got with one's experience is important. It was that the jewelry I excavated until that told me like that. However, as a time, there is the case that it comes to the end of the vein of jewelry once. When I give my hands a rest unwillingly in the scene like that, quietness under the ground permeated into my heart gradually. And, I feel the emptiness of the digging. And my appetite for the jewelry also tended to be lost though it was temporary in many cases. I had again fallen into the mental condition like that. When I notices suddenly, sound of maybe stepping is heard behind me slightly though it may be my fancy. I looked back, while feeling some fear. Then, it is that I saw there former me I turned my back on before comes toward me with creeping on his stomach. It would be he had tailed me for long since then. What a persistent man he is? I glared at him in spite of oneself. Just then, the man stops moving for the moment. And, he also stared at me with glancing up as if it says "why did you leave me there?". He now is in the distance of about one hundred meters from me. When I again glared at him, he gave off the weird undulation toward me. His pale face often fluoresces with the weird atmosphere. I had trembled before noticing.
	Anyhow, what a weird looks it is! "Don't come here! You are to have nothing to concern about me anymore. Isn't it so?". I, when making a false show of power saying so, yelled at the man trying to approach me. However, he doesn't look to flinch at all. He is creeping toward me with moving the long and slender arms and legs with the cold look as if it is a spider or a scorpion. "This fellow must be ghost!". Once I thought so, unpleasant sweat oozed out of both palms. However what happened? There aren't the blond hairs in my hands. They are the human hands certainly. By any chance, would it be that my physical feature returned to a human being from the mole? I tentatively touched my face with both hands, hurrying. To all appearances, I'm already human being. Although I also looked for the mole in question, it already is seen nowhere. So, I finally could believe I returned to the human flesh. But it isn't the situation able to feel easy, yet. There still is the poor-looking man like ghost trying to creep behind me. When I glared up at him, he, sneering at me, says "You know, don't ignore me so, because I'm you". And he extended his right arm toward me with the weird behavior. It seems it is like, saying "I will catch you surely". I felt a queer chill in the back though it doesn't know why. If I do nothing as it is, I would be killed by that ghost surely. But, now that the mole to dig this tunnel disappeared, I can't escape out of the end of this tunnel anymore. "There isn't the mole here really?". I looked for the mole desperately while paying the attention to the ghost who is supposed to be moving toward me. Needless to say, I know that I was the mole a little before. However, to escape from the ghost, the mole's strong claws able to dig the tunnel were necessary. But unfortunately, it is hard to expect it if it watches reality in cool condition. In spite of that, foolishly, it is that I had expected the mole who are to dig the tunnel very speedily. As a matter of fact, I had fallen into the abnormal mental condition because of the terrible fear.
	Just then, the ghost grins in the glad attitude in spite of the pale face. And he started to speak ironically. "What a shallow man you are! You can't see sunlight however for long you dig a tunnel under the ground. Isn't it so?". Although I tried to contradict for a moment, I gave up contradicting at once. It was because the ghost's talk is same as the content I told the ghost in the period I was the mole. I'm same as this ghost! I'm this ghost itself! In spite of having found out the fine jewels, I couldn't make me progress. Would I be killed at this dark tunnel, not known by anyone? I put the strong curse on my misfortune. Regrettable feelings and despair torment me. And in this abandoned mine robbed of the jewels, loud laughter the ghost gives off is resounding. It seems to be the declaration of the win. And, it seemed that my vigor started to wither rapidly. But next moment, unexpectedly feelings of anger gushed out of my heart as if it is magma or other. "You are the failed soul unable to finish resting peacefully in your grave! Your opinion is only a mere delusion born of the twisted mind. Be burned with the fires of hell please!". Would it be because I was still attached to my living? Or else, would it be the evidence that my pride still was somewhere in my heart? I had shouted like that at the ghost before noticing. However, the ghost doesn't flinch at all. He asked me in the cool look. "Oh, is it so? But, don't forget I'm you. By the way, you said before that you want to be under bright sunlight. In spite of that, why do you keep on digging under the ground? Although I asked you also before, I'm not hearing the answer, yet.". And, he sneered at me with the spiteful look. To tell the truth, for me, it is the refutation tearing the heart. I, not knowing the words to retort because of the terrible bewilderment, stared at him in dead silence. The ghost says. "You already know the true thing, won't you? In reality, you are avoiding jumping up on the ground, because you are growing accustomed to this dark too much. You are afraid of sunlight, won't you?". All the words the ghost has uttered torment me as if it is a needle or other. But it is hard to contradict. I could do nothing else but to stare at the ghost.
			When it suddenly sees, the detestable ghost is approaching me more than before. And, when the atmosphere in this tunnel moves slightly, I felt the smell of dead person for a moment. To all appearances, it would be the situation it has to escape at any cost. However, I'm in the end of end of the tunnel. The place to escape is nowhere any more. Although I thought it is useless resistance, I started to scratch the wall of soil with my weak hands desperately when turning my back to the ghost, hurrying. Just then, I hears the ghost's voice resounding with the tunnel behind me. When I look back suddenly, the ghost said "you must die here in the compensation for your having left me", while staring at me as if it is a woman having deep jealousy. The ghost's eyes are red as if it is burning. And, his mouth with the thin lips opened big as if it is shark's mouth. It looks to attack me at once. "I am killed!". I, when getting fluster, thinking so, again turned my back to the ghost and started to scratch the wall of soil desperately.
	To all appearances, it is obvious that it is a fruitless effort. Actually, the works don't advance at all. In spite of that, I kept on scratching the wall of soil desperately. However, the ghost whispers "Make a effort at most because I don't spare a time so for you" with the ironical tone as if it tells me to prepare for the worst. If it considers the thing the ghost's voice doesn't resound so clearly, it seems the ghost already is immediately behind me. And, disagreeable warm breath touched my cheek slightly. When my body suddenly stiffens, the ghost's hand touches with weird atmosphere my shoulder. "Damn! All hope is gone!". I, when clenching my fist, punched on the wall of soil with all my might. Just then, strangely a part of the soil dents suddenly slightly. When I puts my fist into the wall furthermore deeply, lump of soil fell across the wall easily. And suddenly sunlight shines into the tunnel. I, blinded suddenly, turned my eyes away from sunlight. And, narrowly I got untied from the horrible nightmare. Already, sunlight in morning is filtering into the hollow I'm in. When I poke my face out of the hollow and peep at the surrounding sight, sunlight becomes several beams with being reflected partly to the trees and weeds or other and is threading through the woods obliquely. And, various birds are flying around here and there, while often singing. If it is in the real world, it is the sight possible to see frequently. "I will forget that bad dream fast". I, while murmuring like that with the pleasant mood, got out of the hollow as if it is drawn to the birds' song. Then, I, when stretching out my back and looking up at heavens, turned the eyes on the twigs stretching in the high places of the big trees.
	However, it is strange slightly. The injury of the trees the storm gave is getting cured as if the storm has been nowhere. And, it also can't feel the evil spirits are here. Would it be that the evil spirits have left from here? Or else, would it be that the storm in question like a devil was dream itself? But that storm doesn't seem to be dream. "As it thought before, this forest must be the forest an good fairy governs on. So, it must be I was rescued out of the storm like a devil". I were thankful to the good fairy for the help, believing like that firmly. However, the wasteland it can look at through the trees is still giving off the weird atmosphere. If it goes into the wasteland once, it is certain an evil spirit attacks me. Although I has to continue this travel, it is hard to fight with evil spirits, now that the physical strength became weak. Furthermore, by any chance, this may be the travel not finishing everlastingly. If so, it seems it is better to stay at this forest for a little while to recover my physical strength. So, I started to walk toward the depths of the forest, after glancing at the wasteland.
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