Here, I'm
going to tell you my first nightmare, the bad one for me because I will never
forget it.
One
day, when I was about five years old, I had a nightmare. That nightmare started in a strange room full of big glass walls, and I appeared there, alone and
afraid. I started listening to sounds and I asked for my mother, but nobody
answered me. Suddenly a little dragon came, the dragon of my toothpaste and he
had magical powers that made me laugh a lot tickling me.
He didn’t
stop tickling me and I started to cry and cry because I was feeling like I can’t do
anything. My parents appeared and they couldn’t stop the little dragon. Then I woke
up nervous and I felt relaxed without anybody tickling me.
The one in the photo is the little dragon, because when I was little I always brushed my teeth with that toothpaste.
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