it was 4:00am in the morning, I had stayed up all night reading my favorite book: the jungle book. I had only gotten halfway before I fell asleep with my lamp still on. I was reading about a boy in a jungle. I was in a light sleep dreaming of me being the boy. I could fell the vines touching my arm. It felt so real, the leaves were perfectly shaped. Then I realized it felt to real I woke up to see vines crawling up my arm. I screamed and woke up to see it was all a dream.