The self-inserts.

As mentioned before, history was simply watching a video. After history was a short slot of time called "registration time". This was either filled up by nothing, A short session with a class "Tutor" or, as was the case on Monday, an assembly. The weekly assembly took place in the hall. The students were supposed to line up outside in their tutor groups and quietly make their way inside before taking their seats and listening to what the year head had to say.

Jonah sighed as the rabble of 14-year olds noisily made their way inside the hall and took their seats preparing to not listen for the next 15 minutes. Lily sat beside him. Their year head, Miss Duringham, made her way to the center of the presenting area. Jonah noticed an grey-haired wrinkly old woman sitting quietly in the corner.

"QUIET!!!" The year head shouted as the room promptly silenced. She continued: "Today we have a very special guest with us. she has come to talk to us about dreams." The old woman stood up, and Jonah now looked more closely at her he could see the crooked nose and the warts on her face. Standing up she was tiny, around Jonah's shoulder height. She almost looked like a witch, making Jonah shuffle uneasily in his chair.

"May I present to you, Dr Ravencroft!" The audience weakly clapped, and Duringham quickly left the room. The old woman slowly creeped up to the crowd. Her voice was old and crackled, all that was missing was the pointy hat and a black cat.

"A long, long time ago, I lost my father in the war. I was only eleven when he died. No eleven year old should have to go through something like that, but never the less I did. Yet every night, in my dreams, I'd speak to him, and he'd smile sadly back. I didn't know where we were, or what we were doing, but there I was, and there he was. everything just seemed to fit nicely at the time. But when I woke? Heh, that was a different story entirely. I couldn't remember anything about my dreams, I wanted someway to make them more solid, more real. Alas, a lifetime later and I was 60 and still none the wiser."

"I had worked as a nurse my whole life, my fascination with dreams still bright in my soul, for still every night my young self would talk to my father. One day, I decided to look up dreams on the internet and slowly I began to piece together information. I made theories, putting facts together and trying out things of my own, such as special concoctions that would make dreams more... real. Eventually, I found a mixture that, if drunk by 2 people at the same time, will not elongate that dream to the full time of sleep, but allow the 2 drinkers to share their own dream worlds." She was silent as she let the sentence sink in.  Jonah was gripped by her words, as was Daniel

"So." She said. "Who wants to share dreams?"

A flurry of hands went up. The old lady looked at the crowd, analyzing who'd profit best from her drink. She looked Jonah who hadn't put his hand up. and then she looked at Daniel.

"Oh yes..." She muttered to herself. "You and You" she said, pointing to Daniel and Jonah. The two gave eachother questioning looks, before anxiously standing up walking down to the old lady. She pulled out a bottle, and poured a small amount of what looked like Cherry-ade into 2 cups. She then shakily gave the 2 cups to Jonah and Daniel.

"It doesn't look like a magical potion." said Daniel inspiring sniggering from the crowd.

"It isn't magical. Now drink." the two boys nervously glanced at one another, and simultaneously drank. It tasted like apple juice.

Nothing happened. Jonah wasn't sure why he was expecting anything at all, really.

After all, this was just a mad-woman with a potion... right?

"Well done. Enjoy your dreams. Now off, off with you all!" She said, smirking.