Dreams are a review of the future. When the future reaches a critical point, it is a review of the past.
What is alive in reality is actually dead
What lies in the grave is the real life
Heaven is not in heaven, earth is not on earth
Creatures that have turned to ashes, fleshy fetuses that have just gathered into shape
I don't recognize your life
You stubbornly think I'm dead
How long does it take for tears to turn to ashes?
Life and death of all things
where is the limit