When I remembered the dream I had years ago, I had a strange feeling. I was very young then, and I didn’t understand its meaning at the time. **In the dream**: I saw my father in a large, dark room, surrounded by bills flying in the air. He seemed to be trying to collect them, but every time he grabbed a bill, it would slip through his fingers as if it were made of smoke. His face was full of anxiety and tension, and something in the dream made me feel afraid. There was someone in the corner, I couldn’t see his face clearly, but he was silently watching my father, as if he was waiting for something to happen. **When I woke up**: I woke up to this mysterious dream, and I told my mother what I had seen. She laughed softly and said that it was just a passing dream, and that dreams are often meaningless. But I couldn’t forget it, even though I was very young. **Now, after the loss**: As time passed and my father suffered a great financial loss, I began to associate the dream with what had happened. Perhaps the dream was a warning or just a reflection of my fears at the time, but something seemed to be carrying a hidden message that I couldn't understand at the time.