In the dream, her consciousness was relatively clear, but she just couldn't wake up, as if caught in a nightmare.
If the dream were true, she would find hair under her pillow tomorrow morning; if false... then there would be nothing.
The person on top of her increased their pace, Nana Monty was hit until her soul felt detached, and she quickly lost consciousness.
The next day, the first thing Nana Monty did when she woke up was to check under her pillow, but she found nothing.
Unwilling to give up, she flipped over both pillows, still nothing.
Finally, she threw off the quilt as well, only to find her own hair.
Holding her own hair, she heaved a long sigh, "Huh..."
So it had really been a dream!
But such a vivid dream recurring must have a reason.
The more Nana Monty thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong, so she went out, bought a surveillance camera, and installed it in a hidden corner of her room.