Yesterday night, I made a dream. Dream of a talking dog it says: "are you primary school?" I say: "yes!" "Can you help me to put on the volcano bag off?" It said: "ok, you come to me." Bounded, flew into the volcano, my back schoolbag, look down, wow! So high! The following is really beautiful! I was flattered to appreciate beauty, at this time, the ear spread "get up, going to be late." Mother's voice. Oh! The original is a dream!