"Come on, people, things have to be done, subjects discussed, worlds to be saved. Well, maybe not the latter, but you never know. Hmm yes, are we all present, good. Have we all prepared our speeches for this fine afternoon? Hmm, let's see, who shall be blowing our minds with the opening speech. Ah, Arnold Coster, let's start with you then. May I ask you to step forward and present your speech to us?"
"Of course, mr. Harceaux, I will be right there, let me just grab my speech cards."
"Oh, come now Arnold, we have been over this many times. No speech cards, papers or any other support can be used. You understand it's for the better of things. Ah, don't worry, you will do great."
"Of course, mr. Harceaux. It's just nerves, that's all."
"Ah, hmm, Arnold, are you coming or what?"
"Right then, sorry."
"Come on, people, I want you all quiet now for once! Or do you want me to note a big red cross behind your name for this assignment? Ah, hmm, thought so. Arnold, when your ready. Good luck."
"Silence! For pity's sake, Jane, shut up and show some respect for your fellow classmate."
"Well, he ain't sayin' that much sirrrr."
"Arnold, just ignore her. Take a deep breath and start."
"W-w-well, good morning all, uhh- I mean good afternoon... Now, where was I, oh yes, the assignment."
"Ah, hmm, Jane, one more smirk and you won't be smirking anymore for some time. Am I understood?"
"W-w-well, perfectly clear sirrr."
"Arnold, please start over one more time, ah, I am so sorry for the interruption."
"So, good afternoon everyone. I will start by saying the question we all have been asked just one more time: Which dream you have experienced has been most memorable?"
"It ain't us who should be talking, you stupid."
"JANE! You can have a nice visit to the principal and in addition, you are not welcome to my classes for this semester. Ah, that white square box next to your name looks so tempting as well. Maybe I should decorate it with a nice red cross, hmm?"
"Sure thing, sirrrr. But I'd still score higher than Arry here. No offence, Arry, but you suck balls, like really hairy balls."
"JANE! Ah, get out of this classroom right now! If anyone moves as much as a muscle he can follow Jane! Ah, hmm, Arnold, please do continue."
"Right, mr. Harceaux. The question had startled me, I mean, well, uhh- surprised me and, well, startled me. I will just tell you the truth of it then. The dream was exactly one year ago, on the 24th of September 2011. It was a cold, dark evening and rain poured down for many hours that night. I found it hard to fall asleep as the raindrops splashed against my window and beated a constant rhythm. Yet, in the end, I did fall asleep and well, uhh- dreamed..."
"I was laying on a large stone rock in the middle of the forest. The trees towered above me and created scary shadows in the flickering moonlight. I felt very heavy as if the weight of the whole earth was pressing down on me. There were sounds as well, most of them belonged to the darkness of the woods and formed little threat. However, there was one particular sound that made my bones shiver and my heart started beating a much faster. Howling, high-pitched crying of wolves. The sorrow in the call was in stark contrast to my fear. But I couldn't move, not my arms, nor my head as to see where the sound was coming from. All I was capable of doing was to listen to the cries of the pack as more and more wolves joined the music. I tried to stand up and run away from that cursed place and find some shelter. Lightning stroke the sky and thunder crushed down from the leaf roof high above me. Rain came streaming down but not a single druplet touched my face, nor any spot on my body. The howling increased in volume and second by second the wolves crossed the distance to the rock I was laying on. Suddenly, a wolf face popped up in my view and sharp teeth covered my vision. It's fur was pure black save his left ear which was as white as clotted cream. Sweat ran down my nose and I could taste the salty fluid run down my throat..."
"Huge claws pressed down on my shoulders and cut into my skin. Pain jolted through my body and I could see my t-shirt stain with red spots. The wolf opened its mouth and howled again. All around me his brothers and sisters joined in. I was sure this would be the last thing I would hear in this miserable life. I thanked my mother and father for their unyielding love and loyalty. I thanked my sister for the many kind words and evenings of jokes and fun. And I also thanked my friends, family and all people who had crossed my path. Well, Arnold Croster, I thought, at least you had great company. The fear was gone by then, my heart slowed down and I had never felt as calm as back then. The wolf's nose sniffed my face and suddenly a wet, sticky tongue licked the bottom of my face. I could move, the pressure was gone and I found myself standing beside a group of huge wolves all with different sizes and colours. I ran with them, pass oaks as thick as a Hummer H2 or jumped over bushes filled with berries one looking more tasty than the other. I kept accelerating and saw trees flash by faster and faster until all changed into a vast blur..."
"I stopped. No wolves, no trees, bushes or sounds. Only the endless darkness lay before me. I watched the darkness and felt my heart pounding. I was breathing deeply, completely exerted. Never glanzed back, never to the side, only watched the darkness before me. It was beautiful and filled me with an unsatisfying joy. For I realized right then, that a great dream requires a great dreamer, well uhh- I dreamed."