A familiar voice called me, "Hey!"
I opened my eyes slowly. As I did, I saw the usual black haired boy sitting beside me, with a slight smile.
"How come you can sleep so easy?" The black haired boy sighed. "Sorry, were you telling me something?" I asked. "Nothing" He stated.
We were in a library, sitting beside each other.
Is this a continuation of the dream I saw last time? We're both reading a book and are sitting here, so I guess it is…
"Hey" The black haired boy called me. "For what reason do you think a person dreams?" He asked.
I mumbled, "Why you say?" He looked at me, as if he was waiting for my answer. I looked down at the book.
Is this something I should answer?
Before I could even think of anything to answer, my mouth moved on its own and started speaking.
"Dream, this word possess two meanings" I started. "First, a series of thoughts, images and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep"
