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Once Zhuangzi had a dream that he was a butterfly.

He was very upset in the morning. His friends were surprised by such state of the Master and asked him:

“What happened? We’ve never seen you so much upset”.

Zhuangzi responded:

“I’m puzzled, I’m at a loss, I can’t understand. At night I had a dream that I was a butterfly”.

One of his friends laughed and said:

“Nobody is ever worried about their dreams. When you wake up your dream disappears. Why are you worried about it?”

“The matter is not about it, – Zhuangzi replied. – I’m puzzled now: if Zhuangzi can be a butterfly in his dreams, maybe a butterfly probably has a dream that it’s Zhuangzi”.

From “Zhuangzi” Taoist treatise.