Courtroom Clash
By Craig Wilson
The smoke disappears and I end up in a grand courtroom.
I don’t remember how I got here, and I can’t see an exit.
However, I am one of the members in the peanut gallery.
The defence attorney reminds me of Phoenix Wright.
The Prosecutor comes across as like Manfred Von Karma.
The defence attorney spouts objections at his opponent.
I feel as though I am witnessing an amazing courtroom
clash.
The Judge readies their gavel – to come to their final
decision.
Sadly, my phone’s alarm goes off, and the dream soon
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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