I won't tell dad anything about it. The fact that I dreamed about my mother, Mr. Robert and this world called "Dreamland" was probably one big accident. When I looked at the clock I realised that it was already 10 pm and I knew I had to sleep, to survive English tomorrow. As if my dad could read my thoughts he said with pretended seriousness: "You're staying at home tomorrow. I want to see you healthy again as fast as possible. And after you went home sick twice...well I can't allow to let you go anywhere in this condition." He said "Good night" when I left. I went in my room and fell asleep in next to no time. When I woke up I found myself in a beautiful four poster bed. One of those you may see in historical movies.
After a few minutes I finally got that this wasn't my room. The strange thing about all of this was, that all of this somehow looked familiar... But then another question popped into my head: Am I dreaming again? I pinched my arm just a bit to hard and almost screamed in pain. Definitely not a dream. OK...next question: HOW did I land here from all the places of the world? Shortly after I had asked myself this question, the door opened and a big dog entered. I had thousends of questions, but wasn't able to think on, because suddenly the dog started talking! "My princess, you are here? I have to bring you somewhere else immediately!" Not only was that dog talking... it was thinking, that I was a princess or something like that... Unbelieveable! I'm supposed to be a princess? Shortly I thought about being one and if I'd like that, but then I dismissed these thoughts. It's impossible. I'm way to clumsy. It was just a week ago, when I had thrown Zoé's new IPhone in a lake, only because I wanted to take a photo of a swan.
"Ähhm...dog..?"..
"Lady Anne van paw", the dog interrupted. OK...it's getting crazier and crazier here. I want to leave this place. "I am not a princess. All of this a big mistake."
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Dreamland
FantasyWhat would be if you had a dream that changes everything? Christina knows the answer. But is she satisfied with that? And who can she trust and who can't she trust at the end? This is not my own creation. It's the wonderful story of a very talented...
