Medical School Work
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears. I’m in a medical school.
As always, I don’t recall coming to this place.
I think I'm now a custodian working here.
The overalls and trolley are dead giveaways.
I see some familiar faces in this school.
My friend and her fiancé are studying here.
Some parts of the school seem familiar to me.
I do as I’m told and start cleaning the rooms.
It feels something restricts my movements.
I unlock one room to clean it. I open the door.
I am yanked immediately out of the dreamscape.
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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