"Ah, Petka, Petka, I once knew a Chinese communist by the name of Zhe Zhuang"
"Ah, Petka, Petka, I once knew a Chinese communist by the name of Zhe Zhuang. He often had a dream in which he was a red butterfly flitting about in the grass. And when he woke up, he could not make out whether it was the butterfly who had dreamt that she was engaged in revolutionary work, or the underground man who had dreamt that he was fluttering among the flowers. …
"And what happened to him?"
"Nothing. They stood him up against a wall and woke him."
Victor Pelevin, Chapaev and Void