The Dream-Cutting Knife

Dreams are the most vicious tumors that take root in people. What will you dream about tonight? A desperate flight as oppression closes in, or a bizarre world so strange it feels like another lifetime? A place where you can no longer tell illusion from reality, or truth from lies. A pale, enormous face filling the entire picture window, a deformed woman with twelve breasts, whispers from a gramophone at midnight, a room mirrored from side to side, and another version of yourself... Is it a dream, or is it real? Let me use this razor-sharp Dream-Cleaver to cut away the falsehood! Short-tempered, good-hearted semiprotagonist (?) x gentle private detective on the outside, yandere on the inside Chi Lengyin: ...I can't find my way again, Mengmeng QAQ Shi Mengmeng: Don't call me Mengmeng! (◣д◢)? Wait! You directionless idiot, you're not about to have another episode, are you? Chi Lengyin: Hehehehehehe... No one can take my Mengmeng away. Something like that~ The blurb is way too melodramatic. It's actually a lighthearted, offbeat story. Read at your own risk: 1. Top-focused, the bottom pursues the top, they dote on each other, with the bottom doting on the top more. 2. A series of strange standalone stories, one after another. 3. Please put up with the author's awful taste in names. 4. Master Wang has been shelved again (lights a candle). Nothing major, and this story will keep updating every other day. 5. Your dog has drawn another terrible cover. Please keep loving me! (.)