For many years, I didn't read books and my English skills suffered. I felt lost and unsure of where to turn. One night, I had a strange dream that seemed to offer a solution. In the dream, I was wandering aimlessly through a dark, empty library. The shelves were tall and imposing, and I couldn't make out the titles on the spines. I felt overwhelmed and frustrated, but then I noticed a faint light at the end of one aisle. Curious, I followed the light and found myself in a cozy little nook filled with books. They were old and worn, but each one seemed to glow with its own special energy. I reached out to take one down, and as soon as I touched the cover, I felt a surge of knowledge flow into my mind. Suddenly, I could understand every word written in the book. It was like a switch had been flipped in my brain, and I was finally able to think and speak in English the way I always wanted to. When I woke up from the dream, I felt renewed and determined to improve my English skills. I made a plan to read at least one book a month, and I stuck to it. As I read more and more, I felt my confidence growing and my vocabulary expanding. Now, years later, I can say with certainty that that dream was a turning point for me. It taught me that learning is a journey, and that sometimes all we need is a little spark to light the way.