Calling Crazy
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I find myself in a bar.
As always, I do not recall going to this place.
I see some crazed lady making her way to me.
The mad woman asks if she can use my phone.
Reluctantly, I pull out my phone and I hand it over.
The lady calls her ex. She threatens to murder him.
I’m listening to the many threats. I am sweating bullets.
The crazed woman hangs up and returns my phone.
Thus, I run right out of the bar, and I 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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