When I was a child, I often dreamed that I was like a knight who was flying over the eaves and walking on the walls, or dreamed of shooting someone with a gun or being beaten, but I was still intact.
When I grew up, I often dreamed that I returned to my student days. During the exam, the papers I saw were like heavenly books, and there was no word to understand.
I used to think that dreaming was just too tired and there would be no hints until a close relative got sick and I dreamed that he was digging something. I asked him what he was digging. He smiled and said to me, "I am building a road." I took a closer look at how I stood on the grave and dug someone's grave. Another time, I dreamed that he was washing the stone strips in the middle of the stream under a bridge, and the surroundings were gray. I asked him, "What are you doing here? Why are you running here?" I don't know how he went down where he was standing, and there was no way to come. A few months later, my most close relative passed away.
is very superstitious now. Sometimes I dream of dreams at night. The next day I quickly went to Baidu to see if there were any hints. Once I dreamed of walking to a small bridge (very small), why there was half a red coffin under the bridge. I quickly checked the next day. I am very sensitive now. [Tear]
