In the English class last week, I was sleeping soundly, although it was not allowed. The cup of tea on my teacher’s desk was steaming. I kept sleeping and had a dream that time.

  I was teaching! And it was English class! That shocked me very much and I hardly believed it. Then, I noticed something. “Why these students were sleeping in my class?” It seemed that they had to learn a different lesson and that may be a little horrible. I walked to them without making any sound and I raised my hand with a book. “WAKE UP!” I shouted with the book hitting the desk and made a big sound. Meanwhile, I was shocked by another big sound. I realized that it just a dream immediately. It was still English class and I was still a student and the cup of tea was still steaming. “That is a dream.” I told myself, “A fleeting dream.”