During the time before dreaming, I was really angry because of one thing, so I cursed the ghosts and gods in front of the crematorium, and a cool breeze blew through my neck. And dream of one day.
After that, there were a few lighter ones, all of whom felt that time had passed for a long time, and they had two naps, but actually they didn't have an hour.
It has something to do with your offending ghosts, or with your sleeping spine.
The two are related.
It was a long time before I slowly put God back on the bright side.