My Different Variations
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears and I find myself back in my old school.
I have no memory of going back to my old school.
However, when I look around, I see certain discrepancies.
The classroom I am in looks both modern and really old.
When I leave the classroom, I look around the vast
hallway.
There are different versions of me walking around the
school.
I see my teenage self, I see myself in my twenties, and
so on.
The other versions of me do not seem to notice me,
though.
Yet, when I try and interact with the others 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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