crossed my mind闪过脑海

Man, I just had the weirdest dream back on the bus there. Do you ever have those dreams that are just completely real? I mean, they're so vivid, it's just like completely real. It's like there's always something bizarre going on in those. I have one about every two years or something. I always remember 'em really good. It's like there's always someone getting run over or something really weird. Uh, one time I had lunch with Tolstoy. Another time I was a roadie for Frank Zappa. Anyway. So this dream I just had, it was just like that... except instead of anything bizarre going on... I mean, there was nothing going on at all. Man. It was like The Omega Man. There was just nobody around. I was just traveling around... you know, staring out the windows of buses and trains and cars, you know. When I was at home, I was, like, flipping through the TV stations endlessly, reading. I mean, how many dreams do you have where you read in a dream? Wait. Man, there was this book I just read on the bus - You know, it was my dream, so I guess I wrote it or something. But, uh, man, it was bizarre. It was like, uh... the premise for this whole book... was that every thought you have creates its own reality, you know? It's like every choice or decision you make... the thing you choose not to do... fractions off and becomes its own reality, you know... and just goes on from there forever. I mean, it's like... uh, you know, in the Wizard of Oz... when Dorothy meets the Scarecrow and they do that little dance at that crossroads... and they think about going all those directions... then they end up going in that one direction. I mean, all those other directions, just because they thought about it... became separate realities. They just went on from there and lived the rest of their life. I mean, entirely different movies, but we'll never see it... because, you know, we're kind of trapped in this one reality restriction type of thing. Another example would be like back there at the bus station. As I got off the bus, the thought crossed my mind... you know, just for a second, about not taking a cab at all. But, you know, like maybe walking, or bummin' a ride or something like that. I'm kind of broke right now. I should've done that probably. But, uh, just 'cause that thought crossed my mind... there now exists at this very second... a whole 'nother reality where I'm at the bus station... and you're probably giving someone else a ride, you know? I mean, and that reality thinks of itself as this - it thinks of itself as the only reality, you know. I mean, at this very second, I'm in that - I'm back at the bus station just hangin' out, you know... probably thumbin' through a paper. You know, probably goin' up to a pay phone. Say this beautiful woman just comes up to me, just starts talking to me, you know? Uh, she ends up offering me a ride, you know. We're hitting it off. Go play a little pinball. And we go back to her apartment, I mean, she has this great apartment. I move in with her, you know. Say I have a dream some night... that I'm with some strange woman I've never met... or I'm living at some place I've never seen before. See, that's just a momentary glimpse into this other reality... that was all created back there at the bus station. You know, shoot. And then, you know... I could have a dream from that reality into this one... that, like, this is my dream from that reality. Of course, that's kind of like that dream I just had on the bus, you know. The whole cycle type of thing. Man, shit. I should've stayed at the bus station.

哥们儿，我刚在车上做了个最离奇的梦。 你有没有做过那种特别真实的梦？ 就是特别清晰，跟真的一模一样。 那种梦里总有点怪事发生。 我差不多每两年就会做一次。 每次我都记得特别清楚。 不是有人被车轧了，就是些特别邪门的事。 呃，有一次我跟托尔斯泰一起吃午饭。 还有一次我给弗兰克·扎帕当巡演助理。反正就这样吧。 我刚做的这个梦，就跟那种一样…… 只不过里面没有任何怪事…… 就是说什么事都没发生。 哥们儿，就跟《最后一个人》似的，周围一个人都没有。 我就到处走…… 就是盯着公交车、火车、汽车的窗外发呆。 在家的时候，我就不停地换台，翻书看。 你说，谁做梦还能在梦里看书啊？ 等等。哥们儿，我刚在车上读了一本书——你想，那是我的梦，估计就是我写的吧。 可是，呃，哥们儿，太邪门了。就像…… 整本书的设定是…… 你每冒出一个念头，就会造出一个自己的现实。 就是你做的每个选择、每个决定…… 还有你选择不去做的事…… 都会分裂出去，变成另一个现实…… 然后就那样永远延续下去。 就像…… 呃，你知道，在《绿野仙踪》里…… 多萝西遇到稻草人，两人在十字路口跳那支小舞的时候…… 他们想过走每一条路…… 最后却只走了其中一条。 其他那些方向，就因为他们想过一下…… 就变成了一个个独立的现实。 他们就从那儿继续，过完了余生。 就是完全不同的电影，可我们永远看不到…… 因为我们多少被困在只此一个现实的限制里。 再举个例子，就像刚才在汽车站。 我下车的时候，脑子里闪过一个念头…… 就那么一秒钟，想着干脆不坐出租车了。 也许走着去，或者蹭个顺风车什么的。 我现在手头有点紧，当时真该那么干。 可是，就因为我脑子里闪过那个念头…… 就在此刻，已经存在了…… 另一个现实，那里的我还待在汽车站…… 而你大概在载别的客人。 那个现实还以为自己才是这个——还以为自己是唯一的现实。 此刻我就在那儿——回到汽车站闲待着…… 大概在翻报纸。 大概走向一个投币电话。 比如一个漂亮女人走过来，主动跟我搭话。 呃，结果她说要捎我一程。 我俩特别聊得来，还去打了几局弹珠机。 然后去了她的公寓，她那公寓真不错。 我就搬过去跟她住了。 比如有天晚上我做了个梦…… 梦见自己跟一个素不相识的陌生女人在一起…… 或者住在一个从没见过的地方。 你看，那不过是对另一个现实的一瞥…… 那个现实就是在汽车站那儿造出来的。 唉，然后呢…… 我也可能从那个现实做梦，梦到这个现实来…… 也就是说，这里是那个现实里的我做的梦。 当然，这就有点像我刚在车上做的那个梦。 整个循环往复那一套。 哥们儿，靠，我真该留在汽车站的。