如果小七说的是事实，那么不管是真的南佛杖（还是南佛如意杖）还是我的这根棍子，它们都是来自梦境树，根据她的说法，它的功效是在梦中治愈人的病痛，强建意识生命，那么这棵梦境树应该对我的身体会有帮助。
可要怎么做呢？
啃树皮，还是吃树叶？（我发觉不管小七说我是南佛之子，还是我拥有了在梦境空间出入的力量，我还是像个土了吧唧的县城里小大夫，跟她说的那个救苦救难的佛陀或是圣人没有一点相似，充其量是个顾家的屌丝吧）。
小七，你看看能不能从树上摘个果子或是叶片给我，小七的画卷身体立了起来，手一抖像蜘蛛侠一样从手里甩出一根丝线，缠到树枝上，升到上面去摘，鼓弄了半天，大人这些果子我摘不下来。
啊？怎么摘不下来呢？我问到。
不清楚，是不是因为我不是意识空间的主人所以摘不了。
这样你把丝线的一端绑在树上，另一段绑在我的脚上，再把丝线绕在树干上一圈，之后你一截一截的送丝线，我现在必须要到上面去摘一颗果子。
小七担心的看了看周围的魂气，她先把我的脚缠好了丝线，并连接到树干上，然后慢慢的开始解开缠在我身上的丝线。
当解到还有五分之一的时候，我的身体像气球一样一下冲破丝线，向上飘起。
小七一下抓住我的手，并把已经固定在树上的棍子塞到我的手里。
我紧紧抓着棍子，小七把丝线又在树干上缠了一圈，总算是有惊无险的稳住了。
我一手抓着棍子，脚上缠着丝线，身体横着悬浮在半空，最近的一根树枝的果子，离我还有一米多远，由于向上的引力，我无法横着移动，小七的画卷身体底部抵着树根，手里紧抓着丝线，紧张的注视着我。
现在必须要荡起来才行，看来梦境空间是有作用力和法则的，并不是我打个响指所有事情就都搞定的。
脚踝上的丝线已经勒进肉里，小七说我现在是意识生命，但为什么痛觉和感受都是和外面一样的？
我现在就像是被大风吹起的风筝，那一米多的距离在眼前，却又像天边一样遥不可及。
身体向上的拉扯力越来越大，外面的身体已经不行了吗？如果身体死亡我的意识是不是也会变成魂气，我根本就不是什么南佛之子吧……但不管我是谁，我也还要照顾自己的家人！
小七把棍子松开一截，我对她说道，棍子是绑在树上的，小七现在两只手都在拉着我脚踝上的丝线，大人……小七因为吃力，表情都拧在一起，大人……我腾不开手。
我又看了一下周围，雾气好像更浓了！
剪断它，剪断棍子的丝线我大喊道……小七已经说不出话了，她画卷的身体一边努力向后仰，丝线已经深深的勒进她的手里，她不住的对我晃着头，一边想把我重新拉回去。
小七，你听我说，如果我拿不到果子，是挺不了多久的，我中了狼毒了，小七听到这句话后神情一愣，接着紧紧咬住嘴唇。
小七，我数三个数你就剪断棍子的丝线，我们只有一次机会，我大喊道，雾气已经在我和她之间开始升腾。
一……二……三……就在我要看不见她的一霎，棍子和树干连接的一头断了……
借着棍子上拉的一刻，我调整着角度，把棍子对着最近的那颗果子抡了过去……
啪……果子被击中的一刻，视线里的时间都好像变慢了，果子被打飞了出去掉向雾气深处。
小七，拉！用力拉！
啊……！小七在下方歇斯底里的叫喊着，我已经看不到她了，但我知道她的手怕是要被勒断了。
身体由于刚才甩动棍子的惯性，猛的向上又升了一截，小七的叫声也越来越大……唉，让你受苦了，我心里对小七不由多了一层亏欠感。
小七的声音降低了，但上升的趋势止住了，不但止住，开始慢慢的向下降去。我的脚踝已经失去知觉了，想是丝线已经勒的太深，血液不能流通了，时间再长点就会坏死了吧！
看来在梦境空间的意识生命，并不是就是一团气，或是一道镜像什么的，意识生命也是活生生的生命！有生死有感受，只是所在空间的法则不同。
小七加油，之前我并没有概念，这棵梦境树竟有这么高，我刚进来那时候是什么状态？还是说我现在受外部身体的影响，意识生命的力量没有那么强了？
小七没有回应我，身体在一点点的下降，终于我抱到了树干，我用双腿盘着树干，双手也紧紧抱住。
去找果子，快！我看不到小七只能对着她的方向大喊到。
不知过了多久，就在感觉下一秒自己就要松手的时候，身体一下被包裹住了，像一条毯子包裹着自己，连着树干和自己牢牢的卷了起来。
我低头一看是小七，她的脸色已经变得惨白，左手齐掌部分四根手指全都不见了，血流的到处都是……
她没有说话，一面用画卷的身体紧紧的卷着我，一边用还算完好的右手拿着那个梦境之果，塞在我的嘴里。
我的眼泪止不住的流了下来，一边大口的咬着梦境果，小七……
眼前一阵旋转，我知道自己就要进入记忆空间了。
没有像第一次那样，我可以通过手的触摸知道这是关于谁，在哪里的记忆果。
一阵熟悉的眩晕感后，为什么现在会喜欢这个感觉（也许是因为自己都是在亡命的时候，靠这个方式得救吧）
眼前是一大片的麦田，自己大约是八九岁的样子，身后跟着几个差不多年纪的小男孩，他们每个人手里都拿着一个蝈蝈笼。
里面都装里几只蝈蝈，而我好像是很开心的在前面跑着，一边喊着在这边在这边，好好的麦田被我们几个趟出了好几道口子。
不远的地方，一阵很响亮的蝈蝈叫声传来。
If small seven said is true， then either real south fo the rod (or south fo the best staff) or am I the stick， they are all from dream tree， according to her， the effect of it is in the dream to cure sickness， strong consciousness of life， then the dream tree should be body there will be a help to me.
But what to do?
Chew bark， or eat the leaves?
Small seven， you see if I can give me a pick a fruit or a leaf from a tree， small seven scroll body set up， one hand shaking like spiderman from the hands of a silk thread， bound to the branches， reaches the top pick and bring along while， the fruit I am pick not down.
Ah?
Don't know， is it because I'm not the owner of the consciousness of space so don't pick.
So you tied one end of the thread on the tree， the other a tied to my feet and then put the thread around the trunk， after you send cuttings of silk， now I must want to pick a fruit on it.
Xiao qi to worry about gas looked around the soul， she put my feet wrapped yarn， and connected to the trunk， and then slowly began to unravel around me silk.
When the solution to one 5 and my body like a balloon to break the thread， drifting up.
Small seven seized hold of my hand， and has been fixed in the tree's stick into my hands.
Clutching my stick， small seven the silk thread and put a circle around your trunk， finally was narrowly missed up.
I hand holding a stick and feet bound with a silk thread， body sideways suspended in mid-air， recently the fruit of one branch， there are more than a metre away from me on， due to the gravitational pull up， I can't move sideways， small seven scroll at the bottom of the body against the roots， hands gripping the silk thread， nervous staring at me.
Now have to swing up， looks like a dream space is force and law， all things are not me a ring.
The thread on the ankle has le into meat， xiao qi said I now is consciousness of life， but why pain and feeling is the same as the outside?
Now I was like a strong wind blows the kite， that more than one meter distance in front， the but again like the sky out of reach.
Body upward pull force is more and more big， the body is not outside?
Seven loosen the stick， I said to her， the stick is tied to a tree， small seven now two hands are pulled my ankles silk， adult...
I looked around again， it seems more thick fog!
Cut it， cut off a stick of silk I shouted...
Xiao qi， you listen to me， if I can't get the fruit， is quite long， the Wolf in my poison， xiao qi after hearing this sentence one leng， then tightly bit his lip.
Small seven， I count to three you cut a stick thread， we only have one chance， I cried， the fog has been between me and she began to rise.
A...
With a stick in the moment， I adjust the Angle， put a stick on the recent fruit lun the past...
Pa...
Small seven， pull!
Ah...
The body due to the inertia just to shake a stick， fiercely and rose up， small seven songs is becoming more and more big...
Small seven voice down， but rising trend stopped， not only stayed， slowly began to fall.
Appears in a dream life consciousness of the space， is not is a ball of gas， or a mirror of what， life consciousness is also a living life!
Seven， before I didn't concept， the dream tree could be so high， I've just come in at that time what is the status?
Xiao qi did not respond to me， the body in a little bit of drop， finally I hold the tree trunks， I use the trunk cross-legged， hands and hug.
Go looking for fruit， quick!
I don't know how long， on the feeling that I was going to let go， next second body wrapped up， like a blanket wrapped himself， attached to the trunk and himself were rolled up.
I looked down is seven， her face became pale， left hand's palm part four fingers are all gone， blood flow is everywhere...
She didn't speak， one side with scroll body tightly rolled me， with fairly good's right hand is the fruit of the dream， in my mouth.
Flowing down my tears stream down， mouth bite a dream fruit， small seven......
At present a whirl， I know I will into the memory space.
Did not like the first time， I can through the touch of hand know who this is about， where is the fruit of memory.
After a familiar sense of vertigo， why would like this feeling now， maybe it's because you are in desperate， saved by the way!)
Is a large wheat field in front of him， his is about eight or nine years old， followed by a few age boy， each of them is holding a des sauterelles cage in his hand.
Inside has been packed in several guo guo， and I seem to be very happy ran in front and side Shouting here in this way， a good catcher by us several trips to several way.
Not far away， was a very loud cries of . The cricket
