Dreams and the dangers of boredom.

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The sun illuminating the scenery. The world feels freshly laundered. The dreamscape takes on the sumptuous colours; deep blue sky, drifting clouds were as white as bedsheets --- almost as if I could sleep in them. The whole landscape was soaked in a hundred shades of green. No words could describe how splendid I felt. Suddenly the dreamscape felt cold. The white clouds turned grey in colour. There was a sudden growl that was more louder than the thunder. The gleaming yellow slit eyes were staring at directly at me with killing intent. The monster leaped, land on me. I was paralysed in fear. Its first was aimed at my chest where my most vital organ is held- my heart.

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“ Bang!” The loud crash of the window broke my reverie. I was drenched in sweat shaken from what had happened. I tried to clear my memory of what had happened. This was not the usual dream I had. This dream etched into my memory. I remembered what had exactly happened.

“Sorry for what happened just now “ A familiar voice apologized to me. It was Pepy. It appeared that Pepy had broken the window with a rubber ball. I decided not to report it to the disciplinary head as I was too occupied with my dream.

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