Breaking the Script

 

Breaking the Script

 

By Craig Wilson

 

The smoke dissipates and I find myself in secondary school.

Nevertheless, I have no memory of going to school.

I take a good look at myself and see I am really young.

Yet, I somehow break the script of the lucid dream.

I can wander where ever I want and leave the lesson.

Sadly, the dream reshuffles people to get me to comply.

Where ever I go, people hinder me from leaving here.

On my way to the exit, I am attacked by a few kids.

Finally, after a long fight, I leave the school and 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.