今日の話の面白いところは、この世界で二つの考え方がある。実際に信じる人と夢を見る人。この話は夢を見る人の方が好きみたい。私が見た事は実際好きのおかかは何も払わずに酒三升を貰った。あの人は頭がいい人と思う。しかしもっと意味が探したら、夢、つまり目的を酒と交換しれば悪いと思う。まあこの話は面白い点が多い。
おやじの初夢
ここでもっとを読める
むかし、あったけど。
ある村さ、おやじとおかかが、ふたりぐらししてあったと。
ある年の元日の晩の事だ。
おやじは、
「きょうは、元日のことだし、ええ初夢見るように、おら、早く寝るわい。」
そういうて、はやばやねたと。おかかのほうもそんならと、これも早寝したわけだ。
ところが、ひとねいりしたかしないうちに、おやじがとびおきて、さわぐわけだ。
「かか、かか、いまなんどきだや。」
かかはねむったいもので、あくびしいしい、
「かれこれ、一番どりが泣く頃かなあ。」
そういうと、
「んだら、早く酒屋さいって、酒買ってこい。おらぁ、いいゆめ見たから、夢開きすっから酒買ってこい。」
かかは、ふとんに潜り込んで、
「なんだや、この夜中に酒買ってこいなんて、おら、やんだ。いったいそのいいうめって、どんなゆめだや。」
「大金持ちになったゆめだ。だから酒買ってこう。」
おやじがあまりいうもので、かかはしぶしぶおきて、しかたね、酒屋へ酒買いにいったと。
酒屋の戸をたたくと、酒屋のおやじがこれも目をこすりながら顔だしたわけだ。
「なんだや、夜もあけねうちから、酒いりようだってか。」
「おっやじが、ええ初夢見たから酒買ってこいって、きかねえだ。もうしわけねえ。」
「何、商売だもの。くらいうちから客くるなんて、めでてえこった。なあおかか、ものはそうだんだが、その初夢、おれとこさ、酒三升で売ってけろ。」
おかか、ゆめが酒三升になるっていうだもの、もうほくほくして、
「ええとも、ええとも。」
そういって、おやじの初夢、酒三升で売ってきたと。ほうして、家さまどって酒だした。
「おとっさま、酒三升でゆめ売ってきたわ、はあ。」
さあ、おやじ、おこったのおこらねえの、
「ばかもん、夢売ってきたと。そげな酒、つっかえしてこい、おらの初夢、とっかえしてこい！」
どなりたてたけど、かかはうごくもんでない。
「いいだねか、まず飲め、ゆめぁ、はらのたしにもなんねえし、なんぼでもまた見るべさ。」
おやじは泣きつらして、酒三升、神様にあげて、
「おら家のかかが、ゆめ売ってきたというけど、おら売ったおぼえねえんで、どうかわすれねで、尾ら家にきてくる。」
と、いっしょうけんめい、おがんだと。
そのうちに、しらしらと夜があけてきた。
おやじははあ、いてもたってもいられね、外をのぞいてみると、酒やの見える道のむこうから、ゆめでみたようなぼうさまが荷物しょって、よたよたとやってくる。
「や、あのぼうさまでねえかな、もしかして。」
と、じいっとみていると、ぼうさまは酒屋の前とおりこして、おやじの家の戸の口のところまできたが、きゅうにたちどまって、くびふったかと思うと、もときた道へ戻っていく。おやじはあれっと思ったが、はてゆめのなかのぼうさまは、あんなきたねえなりしていたかと、忙しく考えているまに、ぼうさま、酒屋へはいっていってしもた。
「酒屋さん、この荷物、まんずここさ、おろさしてくださえ。」
「ああいいとも、おろしてくろ。」
「ぶちょうほうだけんども、からだ病めてならね、納屋のすみでも、やすませてくろ。」
「ああええとも、さあはいってやすまっしゃい。薬でもあげもうすべ。」
そういって酒屋は、おくにとことって、ぼうさまやすませてやったと。しばらくしていってみると、なんとぼうさまのすがたなくて、荷物ばかりのこっていたと。
荷物には小判がじゃんとはいっていて、それが酒屋のものになったわけだ。
おやじの見たゆめ、それだったと。酒三升で売ってしまったわけだ。ほだから初夢は、人さ、語るもんでねえし、まして、売るもんでねえと。
とんび すかんこ なえけど
An interesting point of today’s story is that there are two ways of thinking. There are people who believe in reality, and people who see dreams. This story seems to like the people who see dreams. What I saw is that the reality loving wife paid nothing and got three bottles of sake. I think that person is smart. However looking deeper for meaning, giving up one’s dreams, or goals, in exchange for sake is not a good idea. I think this story has a lot of interesting points.
The New Year’s Dream
It happened a long time ago…
An old man and his wife lived together in a village.
It was the evening of the first day of a new year. The old man said to his wife, “Today is New Year’s day, and I want to have a great new year dream, so I am going to go to bed early.”
Saying this he quickly went to sleep. His wife agreed, and also went to bed early.
After a bit, before their nap was over, the old man awoke with a start! “Wife, wife, what time is it!?” he asked.
His sleepy wife gave a stretch and a yawn, “About the first cockcrowing I guess.”
“Alright. quickly go down to the sake store, and buy some sake for me. I had a great dream, so I want to celebrate, so go get me some sake.”
Bundled in the futon she replied, “Why should I go get sake in the middle of the night, I don’t want to. What was this dream anyway? What kind of dream was it?”
“I dreamed we were super rich! So go buy some sake.”
The old man wouldn’t say more, so his wife, seeing no alternative, reluctantly woke up and went to the sake shop.
She knocked on the door of the sake shop. The old sake owner poked was rubbing his eye as he poked his head out.
“Who comes knocking before the break of dawn, a drunkard?”
“I’m sorry. My man had a good new year dream, so he told me to buy some sake. He wouldn’t listen.”
“Ah, business then? I don’t usually have customers in the middle of the night. Well, ma’am, would you sell that lucky dream for three bottles of sake?”
The wife thought about the dream turning into three bottles of sake and chuckled to herself, “That’s good, yes.”
Thus, for the old man’s dream she received three bottles of sake and returned home. Back at the house she poured cups of sake.
“Dearest husband, they sold me three bottles of sake for your dream.”
The old man glared at her. “Are you crazy? You sold my dream? Take it back now! Go get my dream back!”
His wife didn’t know what to do and just stood there, “It’s good though, first drink up, and then you will see lots and lots of dreams again.”
In tears the old man offered the three bottles to the gods, “The wife of this house sold my dream, but don’t forget my sold memories, please come to my home.” The old man prayed with all his strength.
At that time light slowly creeped in as dawn broke.
The old man stood frozen looking outside. On the road to the sake shop there was a monk carrying some luggage, approaching slowly.
“Ah! That monk, could it be?” he said staring on. The monk passed the sake shop, and came to the entrance to the old man’s house, but suddenly he stopped and shook his head. He stood and thought for a moment, and returned down the path he came from. What? The old man thought, but as he was busy thinking over why the monk from his dream didn’t come to his home, the monk had entered the sake shop.
“Mr. Sake, sir, would you mind terribly if I put this luggage down here?”
“Sure, that would be fine.”
“I know it isn’t polite, but my body is very weak, would you mind if I reseted in your shed?”
“Sure, that would be fine, go ahead and take a load off. I’ll get you some medicine too.”
After saying this the sake shop owner pulled out bedding and the monk rested. After a while he checked on the monk again, but the monk’s form had vanished. The only thing remaining was the luggage.
In the luggage was a paper bequeathing the luggage to the sake shop owner.
That is how the old man’s dream worked out. All because it was sold for three bottles of sake. The new year’s first dream is like a sail, it is more than a story for people, so it is not something to sell.
Hana Katana 