Essay On A Dream.Usually we have dreams when we are asleep. Sometimes we have good dreams and sometimes bad dreams. Last night I was studying the Indo- Pak History, for on Saturday next, we were to be examined in that subject.
At about 10 p.m. I went to bed, with dates and events ringing in my ears. I slept and dreamt that I was in the examination hall. The history paper was distributed'. I was delighted to find that all the questions were those which I had done over and over again the previous night.
I did all the questions with perfect satisfaction. When I had finished the paper, I came out of the hall quite happy. I was weak in History. My joy knew no bounds at this unexpected good luck.
Outside the hall, the noise was so great that I was roused from my sleep, the vision disappeared and I was there in my bed with my History book by my side. 1 was surprised for quite sometime but I realized a dream is a dream.
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