When I Wake Up, My Dream Becomes Reality and I Kill Again.

In front of me was the body of a popular actress. She was hung upside down from the ceiling, and the black stockings on her legs were put on her slender arms. Her head was pushed down to her buttocks, and her buttocks were dug down and pressed against her neck. According to normal logic, this is not considered hanging upside down because the head is above. Normal people would definitely be frightened out of their wits when they saw this kind of scene, and some might even be so frightened that they peed their pants. But the strange thing is that I wasn't scared at all and didn't even think about going to the police. Because I know that this is just my dream, and I know very well that I am in a dream. This popular actress has died 500 times in my dreams, each time in a different way. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.