To my utter surprise, as I entered the opera hall, I was surrounded by hundreds of plants, but no human was in sight. Soon after my entrance, I was inside a colossal plant pot. I said to myself, "What! Am I a plant too?" I couldn't see anything except the leaves. I tried to stand but, I couldn't. Then I realized there were leaves all over me. I tried to get rid of them but, they remained tightly clung around me. After a few moments, I heard a familiar voice screaming, "Hello, hello! Is anybody out there? Where am I?" I tried to answer but I felt enclosed by the stipules. Then, I sensed someone's presence, who tried helping me get rid of the potted plants.
After that person removed the leaves from my body, I stood up but I felt a sudden jolt of ache in my body. I also couldn’t see anything. Everything was blurry. I intently peered at the person, who helped me. I couldn’t recognize the person. The bright blue eyes seemed familiar to me. ‘Caroline, is that you?’ I asked. ‘Yes, I am Caroline,’ she replied. ‘Sis! It’s me, Catherine!’ I cried. ‘Wait what? I am not your sister,’ she said, frowning. I was shocked. How couldn’t she remember me? Did she lose her memory? I asked myself. There was a long silence between us for a few minutes. Then I asked her if we could walk forward and, she agreed. We walked for some time though, the interaction was awkward between us. Suddenly, I tripped over something which was as hard as a rock. Then I had lost my consciousness.
A few moments later, I woke up and saw my sister crying. ‘What happened?’ I asked. My sister stopped crying and stared at me for a long time. Then started crying again and hugged me tightly. ‘Sis! What happened? I was so worried!’ she cried. ‘So, you finally remember me now sis?’ I asked. ‘What do you mean? I can never forget you,’ she said confidently. ‘But you told me that you don’t remember me?’ I asked. ‘I think you were just dreaming,’ she said. I think my sister was right. I might have been dreaming. ‘Come on. We should get back home. Mom might be worrying about us. Oh, and you won’t mind telling me how and what happened in your dream?’
So, while we were getting back home, I told her all about my dream. After I finished telling her about it, she was shocked and stared at me for a few moments. ‘You had the Lost Dream!’ she cried. I was confused. What was she talking about? What’s that lost dream she’s talking about now? ‘Let me explain why is it called the Lost Dream. Many years ago, people who came to this old house opera, used to have this kind of dreams. But, a few years later, those people don’t dream the same. I think you need to read more books to feed your mind with new insights,’ she told me. There was silence between us for a few moments. At last, I said, ‘I will never go to that house opera again!’
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