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it up and swung it at the tiger just as he was jumping at me. I screamed. The last thing I saw was the tiger’s big claws, pushing me to the ground.
I woke up. With the scream, stuck in my throat. At first, I thought that I was still in the cage and I was about to be eaten by a tiger. But once I blinked, I understood that I was in my bed, still clad in pyjamas. My pyjama’s top was stuck to me, damp with sweat. My hands were shaking. I could feel the terror of the dream. I jumped out of my bed, well… I fell out of it, to be more exact because my feet were tangled in the sheets. With shaky feet, I ran to my mom’s room. The rest of the night I spent curled up next to her, while she was stroking my hair and telling me to calm down, that it was just a bad dream. In the morning I could still feel the fear lingering from the last night dream. I got even more shocked when my music teacher wrote my mom an email, she informed me that I was invited to play my violin at the anniversary of our local zoo I just had a nightmare about. Coincidence? I do not think so…