One weekend we went to visit my Grandmother. She lived in a large house in Mottingham. I watched television with the other children in my family. First of all we watched a couple of cartoons. Peter Pan, teletubbies for my two-year-old brother and so on. We then watched the Lion King. At the bit where the daddy, whose name is Mafasa (but I don't know how to spell it), died I began to cry as I thought it was really sad. After watching this we ate some food, went to the playground, had a couple of fights and basically did what kids do. Later on we went home. It was really late, around twelve and I was falling asleep. Once we got home my dad carried me into the house and put me into my bed. I went to sleep straight away and started to dream.

I was in my house, but I was a lion. I was Simba. My dad was with me and he was Mafasa. Scar was there and he was trying to get my dad into the toilet room. In front of the toilet room was a large washing machine. They pulled my dad over and put him into a washing up bowl filled with watery green liquid. I was terrified and ran forward, pulling him out of the liquid. I was scared and my dad wasn't helping he just stood there, as if petrified, while I grabbed him with my teeth and pulled him along. The house was full of hyenas trying to get him back and as I was halfway up the stairs with him they latched onto him and dragged him back to the toilet room, I followed carefully. I climbed onto the washing machine and watched as they put him back into the washing up bowl. I was terrified and crying, but knew that going back in there would endanger my life, so I just sat and watched. After about a minute of being in the bowl he vanished. As if he had never been there at all. I let out a small whimper. The hyenas turned around and stared. "After him" Scar cried, angrily. I turned and ran. Up the stairs, threw a corridor and into my mums bedroom. In there were the two Flintstones women. "Quick, we'll hide you" they said and pushed me into the wardrobe. After a while of the hyenas clanging on the door I said "If you open the door I'll run out quickly so they don't get you." They opened the door and bound out, up more steps, and into my bedroom, where I thought it would be safe. It was the most dangerous place of all. In it, milling around, were seemingly hundreds of hyenas. I made a noise and they heard me. They chased me out of the room and back downstairs to the toilet room, where Scar caught me. Quickly he threw me into the tub of green liquid…

(This was an actual dream I had when I was four. What really happened after I was put in the tub was I woke up in tears and shaking. I, however, have what I think is a pretty good idea to add to this story, if you want to hear it please review. Thanks, I.T.C)