By
Craig Wilson
It’s
raining. It’s wet. It’s dark. I’m struggling to find my way home.
I
duck down a street and appear in a rough-looking neighbourhood.
I
play hide and seek with the locals, so no one tries to attack me.
I
head down this tunnel, and suddenly blinded by a white light.
When
I come to, it’s sunny, there’s no rain and I see some Larpers.
We
watch a documentary on the Muppets, but the dream ends.
The
End
The above story is a loose
adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel
free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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