The College Course
By Craig Wilson
When the smoke clears, I realise I am not at home.
I look around and see a group of strangers at desks.
I am reminded that we need to do some job training.
The advisor is a tall man with a strong Scottish accent.
We have to do some strange exercise with sponges.
We suddenly appear at a carnival and see the sights.
I need to return to college to get my small bag.
The cops have my bag. They’re checking my bag.
The bag rings, and the cops take out my phone.
I am suddenly pulled out of this twisted 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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