Last night, I had a strange dream. In the dream, I was back in primary school and I saw all of my old English classmates. It was so vivid that I felt like I was really there. I saw Lucy, who always sat next to me in class. She was still the same cheerful and outgoing person that I remembered. Then I saw Alex, the quiet boy who always did well in tests. I wondered what he was up to now. As I walked through the schoolyard, I saw other familiar faces. There was Lily, who loved to draw, and Tom, who was always playing soccer during recess. It felt like we had all been transported back in time. I don't know why I dreamt of my old classmates, but it brought back a flood of memories. I remembered the endless afternoons spent memorizing vocabulary words and practicing grammar. I also remembered the fun times we had, like when we put on a class performance or went on a field trip. After waking up, I couldn't help but feel nostalgic. I wondered where my old classmates were now and what they were doing with their lives. It made me appreciate the friendships that I had formed in primary school. In conclusion, my dream of seeing my old primary school English classmates was both strange and delightful. It reminded me of the fond memories that I had of my younger years and the people who played a part in shaping them. Though we may have lost touch over the years, I will always treasure the moments we shared in class and on the playground.