After watching "The Love of Human Ghosts", I suddenly remembered that I had a similar dream before. There was an earthquake in the dream, I took my child to hide, and suddenly there was a fire, the house collapsed, and the child and I were crushed under the rubble in the fire. I held the child to my chest and I died. At the moment of death, my soul came out of my body, my soul floated up, and above the ruins, I looked at my dead self from the perspective of God. I can't believe I died so easily. A strong sense of regret struck. Note that it is not sadness, not fear, and actually not grief for the child. Rather, an intense, regrettable, feeling. "Oh, please die. I still have so many things I haven't done, and I just died like this!!" When I woke up from the dream, it felt too real, and I quickly told my husband next to me. But he didn't seem to care. To him it was just one of my many ordinary dreams. The reason why I wrote this down is that I want to remember it forever. The feeling I felt at the moment of death was a strong regret. Therefore, in order to be able to accept it at a certain time in the future, when this moment really comes, I must live well, live up to myself, and live in vain.
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