I always know when I’m dreaming.
Often I dream of flying, which feels a lot like swimming as I glide my hand through the air. I don’t go too fast. In fact, it’s very relaxing and peaceful. I glide on my back, look up at the stars, and feel them all smiling back at me. I’m glad to say all my dreams are happy. I’ve only ever had one bad dream that I recall. I was four and all my friends from pre-school turned into warthogs. My Dad says that dreams have meaning, but I’m not too sure about that.