Dream: The first door

From the moment he died for nine minutes and then spent five years dreaming these dreams, he entered a strange and mysterious world. In this world, there was a seven-chambered place with seven doors. Each door represented a different stage, a transformation within itself. Next to each door, there were stairs leading up, with the inscription ‘Door Nine.’ When I opened the first door, he saw an old woman bent over, spinning wool. Her orange hair glowed like flames, and her voice was deep, almost masculine and strange. She told him, ‘I turn wool into thread, and he wanted to weave a garment with this thread. You must be the one to sew it.’ he was filled with fear and doubt, but he knew he had to continue and face what was behind the next doors.