I looked at the trees in despair. The green trees were shading most of the sunlight. This dark, gloomy, forest, with its terrible silence, very humid air, was going to be my home.  “Once lost, who could be found again in a huge forest?”  This gloomy thought kept floating in my mind. Never meeting people I love again. My parents. My friends. My relatives.  My face crumpled at the thought. I had already started crying. Then I felt a pang of hunger, and checked my backpack for something to eat. Fortunately, I had enough food to last me at least two weeks.
As darkness fell, I panicked. I did not know where to go. I did not know where to sleep. I did not know on what to sleep. Tears filled my eyes again. “This won’t help!” I argued with myself as the first, huge drop of tear streaked down my face. I wished I had listened to my parent’s advice and never come here. Friends. Oh my God! Friends! Are they the ones who leave you behind? They are not and were never my friends. I had believed them. I had trusted them. I had thought they were my friends. Best friends too! Huh!  Best friends wouldn’t have left me behind. With every thought I was becoming more furious, more angry, more hard-hearted, more crazy. I will never forgive them. “No I won’t!” My bad, angry, hard-hearted side argued with my good, kind-hearted, forgiving side.
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Ouch! There were those silly hissing snakes. Ugh!  There were those witty, sly insects. Eww! There were those fat, long-tongued frogs. I shuddered. Will I ever be able to sleep? Of course not. Who can sleep in a dark, chilly, moist, forest which had silly animals all over the place? Oh yeah, and silly trees too. Trees who can’t keep their leaves with themselves. Oooh! Ouch! What’s that? Who dares to interrupt my sleep? “SHUT UP! YOU WEREN’T SLEEPING!” My good side told my bad side.
I tried to sleep. I was lying on some moss. I tried to concentrate on the beauty of the forest. But to no avail. “Well, how can I concentrate at the forest’s beauty when there’s none at all?” This time my bad side interrupted my good one. I imagined my siblings, my friends, and my parents sleeping on proper beds at their homes, satisfied. I felt jealous for a moment. “You yourself have brought this to you. If you would have listened to your parents, then this wouldn’t have happened.” My good side scolded my bad one.
“Ring! Ring!” The alarm rang. “Oh! Oh! Thank God!” I laughed nervously, relieved.  That had been another nightmare. Then I realized how important my parents were to me. How important my friends were. How important my other relatives were. I went to the restroom laughing again. “I’ll always listen to my parents.”  I thought.  Well, well, nightmares can teach you something good, too. Right?