I had the same nightmare for seven days in a row.
In the dream, it was raining on an old street, and a car rushed towards my nine-year-old daughter.
On the morning of the seventh day, my daughter came back from outside with an unknown book in her hand.
A line of words slowly appeared on the page:
"March 20, rain, the same place."
I went crazy looking for that street.
But he discovered that he had been here eighty years ago.
And that woman waiting on the old street has been waiting for me all her life.
The daughter said: "Dad, don't be afraid, I will help you find it."
But she doesn't know——
What I am looking for is myself.
