Blues Festival
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I find myself in a field.
As always, I have no memory of coming here.
A random homeless man is chatting with me.
The homeless fellow is playing a fine guitar.
Soon, many other musicians join us in the field.
Suddenly, a stage appears in this enormous field.
Members of the public come to this huge field.
The musicians form a big Blues Festival.
The groups on the stage play blues music.
My homeless friend is really a great singer.
My phone’s alarm goes off and 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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