A wonderful Dream !!!

Yesterday night, I had a dream - the most beautiful one I could ever had. I went to bed at 1 am, a bit early according to our standards. Then the dream followed. I saw that I am sitting in a classroom and taking dictations when a bell rang. The teacher left the room and a few of us moved into the fields. We started eating cold rotis, breads and noodles, forgetting which item belonged to whom. I couldn't see the faces of the friends with whom I was sharing my tiffin. I could feel that I was wearing a short skirt, a loosely hung shirt and a tie having an improper knot. I could make out in my sleep that I was dreaming about my school.
As the night grew deeper, so did my dream. I saw that all of us are packing their backpacks and rushing out of the classroom after the ringing of the last bell. Me, along with two of my friends went to the playground. At this stage, I could clearly make out that my friends were Roshni and Shweta Joshi, two of my best pals from DAV. (Roshni and Shweta can not be brought into the same time frame as Shweta was there in Class VI and Roshni from VII to X; still it was a dream after all). We three went out to take turns in swinging till one of the gatekeepers told us to leave the school. I realised I will have to wait for another day to be in this place again and enjoy the bliss of all these fun and merriment.
After reaching home and having lunch, I felt asleep. Suddenly I heard my mother calling out......"Please close the door.....I am off to my school." I woke up and somehow dragged myself to close the door. Then after coming back to my bed in order to fall asleep again, I was horrified that my mother left for school and I am still there in my bed. I was angry on my parents as they were supposed to call me up much earlier. Now because of them, I am going to miss my school today. Then I wondered what had happened to the alarm which I had set on 6.15; how could it betray me ? I checked my clock and found out that there was no alarm. I concluded it must be a holiday for us and so neither my parents called me nor did I put an alarm. I said to myself ...... Ohh no !! another 24 long hours to spend before I could be at school again......Bullshit!!!
And then..with the utterance of that word in my mind, I realised I am a girl of 23 years, 8 years above those beautiful DAV days. I will never have to pack my books and copies into my bag before going to sleep. I will never have to get up at 6.15 in the morning, take bath and breakfast, ride my cycle to school thinking it to be a horse and then run all the way to the assembly line trying to knot my tie. I will never get the chance to play kho-kho, pittu and "keetkeet" in the sand, I will never hang myself in the crowbars in order to grow taller, I will never be made to stand up on a bench for throwing copies at my friend's head.
With all these "will never s", I understood that the beautiful, innocent and carefree childhood days are gone. In spite of all these realizations and breaking up from the reverie of my dream, I thanked my subconscious mind which dissolved the boundaries of the ages for a while and made me enjoy the flavors of the childhood days again.