The story of a Dream.

 It was hectic day. I took part in the traditional dancing programe. I came home dead tired, fell on my bed and was soon fast asleep.

    Suddenly i opened my eyes, and i was floating down a river. I was still on my bed which had suddenly turned in to a boat. I was confused. How did my bed get to the river? was there a flood or a sunami? I was floating through a jungle and the surroundings began to change drastically.

At once the mist cleared and i could see clearly my bed floating fast.....oh no!!! Good heaves...! It was disaster ! The river was leading to a waterfall ! There was no time to think. I was floating over the waterfall and up in the air....The bed fell down the deep waterfall with a loud splash.

Help ! Help ! ....I shouted helplessly. Then i heard a familiar voice , " Duwa , what are you doing under the bed?" It was my mother. I quickly sat up and realized when i fell off the bed. So it was dream.