Duke Zhou dreamed that he was taking a shit and was washed away by the water.

I was awakened by the sound of wind and rain in my sleep and rushed to the gate of the yard (a small farmhouse in the countryside). I found that the street outside the gate was sunken and there was a big flat-bottomed pit (there was water in the pit, but I couldn't see the edge of the pit), so I had to close the gate and call my wife. The gate can't be closed by the wind and rain, said the young female tenant in the same hospital. Why don't you worry? Run. The dream that followed was: watching the yard being washed away, I was washed into the street ditch (the ditch was crowded with people).