In the dream of the early morning, I saw BTC and the overall virtual money market suddenly plummet, with prices dropping to 70000. The scene was not like news, nor like an exchange interface, but rather a kind of cold air pressing against my chest. The crowd was restless, the screens were a sea of red, and investors' emotions shifted from excitement to silence. In the dream, I was not panicked, but rather calmly watching the curve slide down, understanding that the essence of the market is cyclical, a dance between greed and fear. The number 70000 served as a reminder, telling me to face the fluctuation with my feet on the ground, not to become complacent due to the highs, nor to lose heart because of the falls. After waking up, I could still feel that vibration, as if it were a signal for the next step in planning.