Dreams are meant for sleeping. In my case, that is not true. I live in a dream. I play in the meadows with unicorns that live by my house. I cross bridges with trolls under them. I am the queen of my world, Wonderville. I sleep on pillows made up of clouds. I go to a school were the teachers are fairies and there is no homework. The only thing that I dread is going to sleep. When I go to sleep I am in a house with witches. I go to a school were the teachers are giants and they give two tons of homework a day. I lay on hard, sharp rocks.I go into a forest and I get lost. I get chased by ferocious dogs with teeth as sharp and big as butcher’s knives. I prefer to live in my own world where I can eat candy instead of brussel sprouts.My house is made up of gold. Nobody cheats or steals. Everyone appreciates me because I am me, and because I am unique. Nobody hates what I do and I can live a life worth living.