Zhuang Zhou Dreams of a Butterfly

Recording my own dreams. Some of them I really want to write out, but there are too many plot holes, so I'll put them here for now.

These are all pulled from chat records and will include...

Oh! Damn it!

Oh! Damn it!

I woke up at four in the morning.

There was a ghost in my dream, and it possessed the child next to me.

I originally told the story from a third-person perspective, about a man who let a child who might be possessed by a ghost sleep next to him, intending for the two of them to keep chatting and see what would happen.

As the narrator, I said that the child was actually asleep and was talking in her sleep.

The dream talk was: Actually, we have been one for a month, and we switch priorities every halfway...

Then I suddenly switched from the God's perspective to that of an adult.

The adult's perspective was a little sleepy. He squinted his eyes and heard the child's voice beside his ear. Suddenly, a pair of hands patted his head on the right side.

It's that ghost.

Then I woke up with a start.

After waking up, I felt numb where I was tapped, as if something had actually hit me. The first joint of my right index finger was also very painful.

I glanced at the time and it would be four in two minutes.

When I tried to fall asleep again, something went wrong.

I felt something was wrong on the left side of my head, like someone was touching my hair.