The Continuity Error
By Craig Wilson
The smoke dissipates and I see I’m in a pub with my
buddies.
The pub we are in doesn’t look familiar to me at all.
My mates and I are underage – contradicting reality.
Some guy is wasted and asks me to kill his drink.
I look around and I see my folks are in here as well.
However, my folks are actually pretty wasted, too.
I’ve had enough to drink so I decide to call it quits.
My folks are ready to leave, but my shoes are missing.
On the way home, I see that I am now wearing my shoes.
My phone’s alarm goes off and I quickly leave the dream.
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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