Bow-Gun Assassin
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears. I see I'm in a park.
However, I don't remember coming here.
I walk around, avoiding an arrow.
Some lunatic is attempting to attack me.
I run around, avoiding the flying arrows.
I cannot see the shooter. I enter a building.
I see the shooter is a former friend of mine.
I wrestle the bow-gun from the assassin.
Fortunately, I toss the bow-gun away.
I wonder why my ex-friend did this.
He instructs me to wake up and find out.
As a result, I catapult out of this wild 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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