Writing practice: the second Last night I had a dream in which I took a bus, near to my home, to a place where seemed to be out of the Earth. It as if took about a month to get there because I saw passengers get off and on a million times. And when I got there, I saw full of people on the street and they were all laughing, but something weird, no sounds there, they laughing in silence. I was scared. Suddenly I saw a stairs and I ran up to it, on the top turning a corner then running down, a floating down actually. I was on that street once again. But this time their laughter was deafening and banshee-like. Then what happening? I woke up, but doubtful if I was still in sleeping because the laughter remained there. I looked around and tracked the sound, my smartphone's alarm ringing, and I remembered, that i set a funny ringtone in it last night, the laughter of a femal ghost, not funny again.