The year I was born, my mother had a dream. My deceased grandma told her that my exact birthday was a boy. She also said that I was a baby picked from Mount Tai, and that I would be filial to my parents and achieve great things in the future. I would at least be a cadre in the county. However, my actual life was rough and nothing went smoothly. I have been haunted by strange dreams since I was a child. I would either go to palaces, caves, or go to the bottom of the sea to play with dragons. Sometimes there would be people who taught swordsmanship and spells. I learned the magic of water, fire, thunder, and lightning. In an area between the Yang world and the underworld, there is a strong wind, a large temperature difference between day and night, it is hot to death during the day, and it freezes to death at night. There is no place to live or hide, and they are tortured. Many people feel that they cannot survive in this world and choose to commit suicide. But there are no regrets when they get there. Not only that, there is no household registration in the underworld, and the paper money and ingots burned at home cannot be collected at all. Sometimes in my dreams, I go to many spaces that are not in mythology. There are many Buddhist secret realms in our country, as well as Taoist realms. The people living there are not gods, but people we can't see. They are all performing some tasks and guarding our earth. There are not only Chinese ones, but also foreign ones. Dreams run through my life. I also dreamed about my own soul and many past lives. My soul was Emperor Zhenwu who sat down on a black turtle and came to the world to experience calamities.
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