Samurai Doctor
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears; I am not in my home.
I look around and see I’m in a school.
The people wear medical uniforms.
I figure out I’m in a medical school.
I walk around, and I see an odd doctor.
She carries around a samurai sword.
The doctor has me sit at her big desk.
She finishes sorting my lesson plan.
I accept the plan, but I get déjà vu.
The doctor looks rather familiar to me.
She looks like a long-lost childhood friend.
The class bell rings, and I soon wake up.
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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