Another year of Qingming Festival, let’s talk about real dreams

It’s another year of Qingming Festival. Affected by the epidemic this year, I couldn’t go home to visit my grave. I stayed with my grandma for a long time since I was a child. Grandma passed away in 2012. My grandma was born on the first day of the tenth lunar month, which is the Chinese folk custom of "Winter Clothes Festival". A few days after my grandma left, I heard from my mother and uncle that when I was young, my grandma gave a fortune teller a fortune teller and said: The thing is that in her life, there will be disasters at the age of 29, 49, 69, and 89. If they are all over, it will be no big deal. I don’t know whether she is 29 or 49. I just listened to what my mother said. 69 The death of my grandfather at the age of 89 should be considered a difficult thing. What happened that day when he passed away at the age of 89 was also "puzzling". I can clearly feel that everything is not a coincidence. What I want to talk about this time is not about my grandmother. I will talk about my personal experience. A true dream.

Let me give you an introduction first. In the two years after my grandma passed away, my mother would sometimes ask me if I dreamed about my grandma. I knew it was my mother who missed her, and to be honest, I dreamed about my grandma from time to time. Yes, my grandma in the dream was busy and had no time to take care of me. She had to take care of a lot of children... I rarely dreamed about her in the past few years, but these were all dreams and not dreams. Dreams are literal. Understanding should be a request for help. Let me make it clear first that I am an atheist, but I have no objection to ghost movies (except disgusting ones), tomb-robbing movies, and Feng Shui. For example, Dalong from Toutiao talks about the tombs of Ming and Qing emperors and the Ghost Blowing Lantern series that I often watch.

In 2003, I was still working in a company in Guangzhou Development Zone. The company is relatively remote from the urban area, and there is no family there in Guangzhou, let alone settling down, so they all live in the company dormitory. At that time, I was the person in charge of the human resources department of the company, and Xiao Min (pseudonym) was an assistant in our department. She joined the company earlier than me, and we always got along well with her. She was a nice person and was well liked by her colleagues. Unfortunately, one morning in March 2003, she went to the district to do errands and was hit by a large truck on the road in the district (there are many large trucks in the development zone). Her mouth and lower forehead were severely deformed. The surgery was performed at 2 p.m. It was around 2 o'clock in the night. I remember that 3-5 people from our department took turns staying with her to take care of her all night. At that time, she could no longer get out of bed, nor could she move her hands and feet. She could only give instructions through her eyes. Seeing the little girl's condition is very painful and sad.

She only has an uncle who works in the district, and her family members are all in her hometown. It is also because of transportation. Later, I found out that their hometown favors boys over girls and does not pay attention to them. She has never seen her family in the ward. Pass. After the sutures were removed during the operation, she did not live with her uncle, but rented a house in an urban village in the district. About two weeks after she was discharged from the hospital, when we were preparing to organize the department to visit her, a call came into our office saying that she was missing and needed our cooperation to find her. At that time, several people from the Lima Department separately posted missing persons notices in the area where she lived for two days, but to no avail. Later, they even used the most unimaginable method of searching for dead persons, and contacted the Marine Police Department on the riverside where the district is located. , city funeral parlor...

During the week without any news, I tried every possible way to get off work early during the day and continued to ask questions in the urban village early. Exactly two weeks after she disappeared, a call came into the office of the general manager of the company, asking us to take someone to the funeral home to claim it. It was said that the marine police had found a body that matched the information we had left... Mi cried all the way in the car, unable to imagine or believe it could be her. When they arrived at the funeral home, they confirmed that it was her... (later it was understood that the little girl committed suicide by drowning herself in the river because of her disfigurement and the lack of care from her family). This is indeed the understanding. I heard from her uncle that the custom in the family is that if an unmarried girl leaves, her family will not come to take care of the funeral, and the ashes can only be placed in the nunnery (damn, what kind of bullshit custom#￥· ··—). To be honest, this was the first time we heard of such a custom, and we didn’t hesitate at the time. If her family didn’t come, we would be her family members! We will handle all the funeral arrangements for him one by one. I will be responsible for coordinating the procedures with the funeral home, and the other brother, who treated her like a brother, will be responsible for holding her last photos...all the formalities are completed. , and returned them all to her uncle.

Before leaving, we bought a pink white hat for her, hoping that she would be happy in heaven.

The night I came back from the funeral was the first time I had to deal with such a thing. In addition, the company dormitory was surrounded by wild mountains. It would be false to say that I was not afraid, but it was somewhat false. The four of us in the dormitory were all responsible for organizing her funeral arrangements and fell asleep early that night. Also on this night, I dreamed that she was wearing work clothes and sitting on the railing of the balcony of the dormitory. She looked like she was before the car accident. She smiled and said to me, let me go to such-and-such dormitory and find a box of tapes of such-and-such singer. , asked me to help deal with it and returned it to her, then disappeared after saying that. The little girl was kind-hearted and never "disturbed" us in our dreams again. Early the next morning, with this dubious "entrustment", I found out that the female colleague in the dormitory she was talking about did indeed have a box of tapes that the little girl had lent her to listen to before she was alive. After I took it over, before nightfall, I talked to a few people about it. A colleague was burned on the side of the road near the company gate.

I can vouch for the authenticity of this dream. Before this, I didn’t believe what other people said on the Internet. Who did I lend this tape to and what celebrity did it belong to? I had never heard of it before I had the dream. It is impossible to know even if you hear about it. It has been 17 years since this happened. Sometimes I think that if she were still alive, she would be a grown-up girl. Every Qingming Festival, I would always think about it in my heart...