It’s raining balloons; am I dreaming?
No, you’re not dreaming.
Look! There are tens, hundreds, thousands of them
And they are so beautiful and colourful.
It’s raining chocolate and candies too;
Am I in dreamland?
No, you aren’t; they are as real as you are.
Let me go fetch my sister, my brother, my friend, my neighbour…
All the children of the village.
I’m afraid you can’t.
But they’ll be so happy and
I need to share this with all the children.
No, you can’t.
Then this is not reality;
No, it is not.
Am I dreaming?
Yes, you are.
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