I dreamed that those who were born as sinners were suffering in the world of the dead. Their blood and tears of regret flowed into rivers, but they could not get the slightest relief. The river of blood turned into a giant scarlet snake with soaring resentment, greedily devouring the bones and flesh of the deceased, and flowing the endless hatred into the endless distance.
I dreamed that the bright sunshine suddenly disappeared, and various creatures screamed in fear in the frozen soil of death. People ran aimlessly and howled, and were even knocked down by despair and killed each other, but finally they gradually stiffened and fell, turning into frozen white bones.
I dreamed that the dry corpses came to life. Their empty and shrunken eye sockets were full of panic. They desperately stretched out their hands that had turned into bones towards me, screaming loudly: Save me! Save me!
I also dreamed that human warriors rushed into the kingdom of death with all their might, sacrificing their last drop of blood for humanity and then disappearing after taking their last breath, just to find a ray of light from the dead darkness...
What on earth did I dream about...