Those Years I Spent with Sun Wukong

I jolted awake from a dream on my bed. The Great Sage was actually me!

An archaeologist dreams of Journey to the West, where the rebellious Sun Wukong failed to become a god all those years ago, transmigrated across time to the modern era, and took on a human identity. One unbelievable event after another points to the same conclusion: Sun Wukong couldn't become a Buddha because he still needed more training. But what did I, an archaeologist, ever do to deserve this? Make a monkey perform? I'm obviously the one being made a fool of by the monkey. Why is a monkey who takes human form so handsome? How can a monkey be so smart? Why does a monkey have a beautiful woman chasing after him? How can a monkey be my brother, my divine soul, and myself?