Images flooded my mind.
A pitch-black road kept appearing before my eyes. I was sitting in a car, and again and again I saw a woman in red wandering along the roadside.
The car suddenly hit something. I turned my head and saw the woman in red sprawled against the window, eyes open and glaring at me.
Blood covered my vision.
I heard a woman scream.
The terrifying scenes appeared and disappeared.
I panted, hearing a heartbeat and breathing that weren't my own.
It was a dream.
All that time I'd spent sitting around in a daze might really have helped with my meditation training.
I knew perfectly well that I was dreaming. These feelings and emotions weren't mine.
My body had separated from the person I was possessing.
A girl climbed out of bed and staggered toward a cabinet in the corner of the bedroom. On it stood a shrine dedicated to a bodhisattva.
Tears streaming down her face, the girl knelt before the bodhisattva and kowtowed, her body trembling.
"It wasn't me... Don't come after me... I didn't hit you..." she murmured, then collapsed to the floor and wept.
Footsteps sounded outside the bedroom.
The door opened, and a couple walked in.
They held the girl as she sobbed.
"It's all right, it's all right. We'll go burn incense for her and help her be reborn. It's okay." The woman tried to comfort her, tears falling from her own eyes.
The man looked as though he wanted to say something, but in the end, he only sighed.
The dream shifted.
I saw the mother and daughter go to a temple, where they offered incense and kowtowed devoutly.
The girl was restless, as though enduring some kind of torment.
Her ears rang, and she kept recalling things she had