Dream's record

Walking in a small medieval-style town, accompanied by a friend with a head of curly black hair, I sighed. That was a astonishing dawn time, with beautiful clouds surrounded the carrot-red sun on the sky. It's too much for me to bear, too abundant for my eyes to focus. I ask my friend to take picture of this breath-hold beauty, making it everlasting in my album. Wondering if this is the only chance for me to glimpse the heaven before the end of my life, I sighed.

For a ridiculous reason, I ran away left my friend alone with that magnificent wonder behind, toward a old house. I opened the door, aware with any little sound. Yes, it's there, exactly like the mysterious staff in the abandoned museum said, "Within the red-brick house is the ancient memory of the dawn". The ginger-colored fat cat lie on a soft flurry sofa, sleeping. I laugh at the cat, "How can this lazy-bone keep the memory". At the same time, above the spiral stair, a door giggled. "Magic!" I thought. Grabbing the cat, I rush to the door, locked. "Damn!" I cursed. All in a sudden, I saw a shadow swing downstairs, and the space around me started to twist inward like jam swallowed into a bloody throat.

As I woke up, my friend stood beside, peacefully. I asked, "Did you take the picture?", while my mind was still a chaos. No answer. I took the camera from his pale right hand, examining. I saw blanket, door, roof... Finally, a dark blue sky. "Oh come on man, where is my sun set?" I yelled with anger. No answer. I stood up looking at him, shocked. Silence embraced me tightly. I couldn't stand but felt dizzy and nearly puked. Under his super-big curly hair, his face twisted like strawberry jam, eye balls popped out and tongue disappeared.

Then everything became blurry. I can only remember that I went to the abandoned museum and meet a medieval knight, who brought me to the mysterious staff, by the side sitting that ginger-colored cat, yawning.

By the power of the magic cat, the museum brought back all the exhibitions, which were stolen be the shadowy witch, through its memory. The exhibitions included a gigantic, out of control Tyrannosaurus, chasing me all around the museum.

At the end, the mysterious staff told me that my friend saved me from the slaughter of shadowy witch. That is why the picture mark out the appearance of the house of the shadowy witch.

My friend was worried of my safety, so he went to find me and record the pictures as a map for going back. As the result he forgot to take the picture of the dawn. Just before he stepped into the house, he took the last picture, the dark blue sky. Just as the tears ran down my cheek, the alarm clock roar.