The dream

In Zhuang Zi there lived an ancient philosopher. His name was Zhuang Tzu.

Zhuang Tzu once dreamed that he was a butterfly, flitting and fluttering around, happy, and doing as he pleased.

Of course, as a butterfly, he did not know that he was Zhuang Tzu. 

  All of a sudden, he awoke and found that he was Zhuang Tzu, solid and unmistakably human. 

But then he thought and thought and thought…

What actually is the reality ?

Whether he was….

 “Zhuang Tzu dreaming he was a butterfly” 

or Was it a…

“Butterfly dreaming he was Zhuang Tzu.”

What is the truth ?