I can dream about my own death.

On the morning of December 26, 4026 AD, the sky was just beginning to lighten.

Room 404, Building 4, Chenxing Low-Rent Apartment, South District, Changfeng.

Chen Wensheng, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for breath.

For the past two years, he has been having the same dream.

Twenty years later, he went up to the 104th floor of the company building, opened a heavy blast door, and after seeing the scene inside, he was so frightened that his face contorted, he talked nonsense, and then he committed suicide by banging his head against the wall.

Last night, he finally had a different dream.

He dreamed that he was hit and killed by a dump truck with malfunctioning brakes while crossing the road.

"Whoosh!"

Chen Wensheng was still in shock.

"Last night, I finally had a dream completely different from any I'd had before. But why was it also about death? What went wrong?"

He had suspected it was a problem with the apartment address: Room 404, Building 4, Morning Star Apartments. The series of '4's was a homophone for the word 'death,' which he believed affected the feng shui and caused him to encounter unclean things.

So he left the apartment and found a cheap youth hostel, where he stayed for three whole days.

Even when he lived in a cheap apartment, he still had the same dream.

He dreamt that in the winter of 4046, he went up to the 104th floor of the company building, opened the heavy blast door, and was so frightened that he committed suicide.

Therefore, the problem isn't with the house he lives in, but with him.

Because he kept having the same dream, he went to the First Municipal Hospital for a detailed examination.

The examination results showed that his body was perfectly normal and he was in excellent health.

After reviewing the test results, the hospital doctor said it was a psychological problem and arranged for him to see a psychologist.

After asking him a few questions, the psychologist learned that the scenes he dreamed about all happened at work, and concluded that his excessive work pressure and anxiety caused him to develop hyperdream disorder.

He was just a clerk at the company, working from 9 to 5, six days a week, with one day off, and he never worked overtime.

This job is easier than most people's, and he is quite satisfied with it, never experiencing anxiety.

Therefore, it is incorrect for the doctor to say that he was overly anxious and had developed excessive dreaming.

He had suspected it was a company problem and even took an extra week off during the Chinese New Year.

But after he returned to his hometown in the suburbs, fifty kilometers away, the dream about the 104th floor of the company building never stopped; he dreamed about it every night, over and over again.

He figured that since the dream was about things twenty years in the future, it might not actually happen, so he decided not to think about it too much and just pretend nothing had happened, and went to work as usual.

Last night, this cycle of having the same dream was broken.

He even dreamed that he was hit and killed by a dump truck with malfunctioning brakes while crossing the road.

The dream was still about his death, which terrified him and kept him wide awake.

He immediately got up, went to the toilet to flush, then brushed his teeth, washed his face, and ate breakfast.

The whole process took more than half an hour.

After finishing breakfast, he spent a long time lost in thought.

When it comes to death, no one can remain calm.

He didn't stop thinking until it was time for work, and then he went to work.

The apartment is only about 1,400 meters away from the company, which is not too far. He always walks to work.

Because of yesterday's heavy rain and snow, the roads are now icy and extremely slippery.

On his way to work, Chen Wensheng nearly fell several times.

"This awful weather, so cold and slippery, it's really unbearable," Chen Wensheng complained.

Two minutes later, he arrived at a large intersection and waited for the red light to turn green.

"crossroads?"

Chen Wensheng immediately recalled the dream he had last night and discovered that the crossroads in the dream were exactly the same as this crossroads, with the same withered flowers and leaves remaining by the roadside.

"I often walk this road, but I've never really paid attention to the flowers and plants in the roadside green belt. How come I can dream about even the withered flowers and plants in the green belt so clearly?"

At that moment, the green light turned on for the opposite direction, and Chen Wensheng hesitated, not daring to start walking onto the zebra crossing.

"It rained and snowed quite a bit last night, and now the roads are icy and very slippery. Cars might not be able to brake in time on the icy roads. I might as well wait for another green light before crossing the road."

As fear began to grow within him, Chen Wensheng began to mutter to himself.

Just over ten seconds later, a dump truck appeared on the road.

The dump truck kept honking its horn, but showed no signs of slowing down. It eventually ran a red light, veered off course, crashed into the green belt, overturned, and killed several people who were crossing the road.

Upon witnessing this scene, Chen Wensheng felt his hair stand on end.

He calculated the time and realized that if he had crossed the road normally, he would have just reached the section where the dump truck had overturned.

This means that if he hadn't waited for another traffic light, he would have been crushed into a meat patty by the dump truck by now.

Chen Wensheng swallowed hard, and said tremblingly, "The dream I had last night actually came true today, it's unbelievable. Does that mean that the dream I've been having all this time might also come true?"

He imagined himself going up to the 104th floor of the company building in winter twenty years from now, opening that heavy blast door, and then being driven insane by what was inside, ultimately choosing to commit suicide by banging his head against the wall.

"I have a very good mindset and I cherish my life very much. What kind of horrific scene would I have to see to completely despair of the world and ultimately choose to end my life by suicide?"

Chen Wensheng firmly believed that it was better to live a miserable life than to die a good death. No matter how big the changes or how heartbreaking and desperate the situation, he would never choose to commit suicide.

"Therefore, the scene of me committing suicide in my dream is impossible; that dream must be fake."

After comforting himself, Chen Wensheng's fear subsided considerably.

Traffic police arrived quickly, set up a cordon, and began directing traffic.

After carefully observing his surroundings and finding no potential danger, Chen Wensheng followed the crowd and crossed the road.

Then, he couldn't help but recall the scene at the intersection all the way.

As he walked, lost in thought, he unknowingly arrived at the company building.

The company building is a high-end office building, and everyone needs to use an access card to enter the company.

Furthermore, the access cards also have strict level settings, with five levels: red, orange, yellow, green, and blue. Red cards can only access the tenth floor of the building; orange cards can access the twentieth floor... and blue cards can access the forty-ninth floor of the company building.

The area above the 50th floor of the building is not open to the public, and even the elevator buttons only have the number 49.

Chen Wensheng works on the 13th floor, so his access card is orange.

After swiping his access card, he entered the company premises.

The company has very strict security measures, with a security guard stationed every 20 meters.

He's gotten used to these ridiculously stringent security measures.

He went directly to the private elevator for floors 0 to 20, swiped his card to enter the elevator, and took it to the 13th floor.

Just as he sat down at his workstation, Li Hong, a slightly overweight woman in her thirties working next to him, placed a cup of instant coffee on his desk and asked with a curious look:

"Wensheng, I just saw a news report on my phone. It said that a large dump truck overturned at an intersection about 700-800 meters from our company, killing several pedestrians crossing the zebra crossing. I remember you usually take that route to work, did you see it?"