

Sam liked to dream at night. He dreamed of many things. He dreamed of flying in the sky, or swimming in the sea, or playing with his toys. Sometimes he dreamed of scary things, like monsters or ghosts, but he knew they were not real.
One night, he dreamed of an alligator. The alligator was big and green and had many teeth. It was wet and slimy and made a loud noise. Sam was afraid of the alligator. He wanted to run away, but he could not move.
"Hello, little boy," the alligator said. "Do you want to be my friend?"
Sam shook his head. He did not want to be friends with the alligator. He wanted to wake up.
"Why not?" the alligator asked. "I am lonely. I have no friends. Everyone is afraid of me."
Sam felt sorry for the alligator. He did not like to be lonely. He had many friends at home and at school. He wondered why the alligator had no friends.
"Maybe you could be nicer to others," Sam said. "Maybe you could smile more and share your things and play nice games. Then maybe others would not be afraid of you."
The alligator thought about what Sam said. He had never tried to be nice to others. He had always been mean and greedy and angry. He wondered if he could change.
"Maybe you are right," the alligator said. "Maybe I could try to be nicer. Will you help me?"
Sam nodded. He decided to help the alligator. He taught him how to smile and share and play nice games. The alligator learned and had fun. He felt happy and grateful.
"Thank you, little boy," the alligator said. "You are a good friend. You have made me happy."
Sam smiled. He was happy too. He had made a new friend. He was not afraid of the alligator anymore.
They hugged and said goodbye. Sam woke up. He remembered his dream. He wondered if he would see the alligator again. He hoped so. He liked the alligator. He was his friend.
