Nightclub Gig
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I appear in a nightclub.
As always, I do not recall going to this area.
I see I am wearing a pretty fine black suit, too.
A random woman reminds me I am working here.
The lady says I am getting paid a lot of money.
I just have to make sure people aren’t acting up.
The flashing lights and blaring music are too much.
I am surrounded by an army of drunk party-goers.
I struggle to wade past the crowds to stop someone.
I head inside the nearest bathroom and exit 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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