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Have you ever woken up in the morning only to lie in bed, trying to grasp the memory of the dream you just had… but like a soap bubble, it flitters out of your grasp… and then pop! It’s gone. What are dreams? Why do we dream? And why on earth can’t we remember them most of the time? If you’ve ever wondered, then the next few pages will be a dream come true!
“So what did you do this summer?” Ahuva asked the circle of girls around her in the classroom. Voices clamored “camp,” “country,” “Switzerland.” Malki smiled to herself. Her summer may not seem exciting to the other girls but for Malki, it was the summer her dream came true.
Moishy rolled over in bed and groaned. Miriam was at it again! The little girl was yelling at the top of her lungs about robbers and bad people, who she claimed were hiding in a dark corner of their bedroom just waiting to get at her. It was the third night in a row she’d woken him up in a panic about nonexistent robbers, and Moishy was fed up.