A Sweet Adoption

A Sweet Adoption

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I realize I’m in a new house.

Strangely, I don’t recall coming here. It’s odd.

I inspect my reflection; I’m now a pre-teen girl.

Yet I cannot speak. I now suffer from mutism.

My bedroom is full of adorable plush animals.

I leave the bedroom to greet my new family.

My foster parents remind me why I am here.

The parents claim they adopted me recently.

I truly enjoy living in my brand-new home.

They even have a dog that I can play with.

My alarm goes sounded, and I 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.

 

Wrestling with Affection

 

Wrestling with Affection

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I'm in a fast-food joint.

Naturally, I don't recall visiting here. I shrug.

I see my meal is already on the table for me.

I’ve got a burger, fries, and a banana milkshake.

I shrug. I decide to dig in to my greasy supper.

Suddenly, three female wrestlers sit next to me.

I don’t know why I fascinate these wrestling cuties.

The ladies seem interested in getting to know me.

Heck, I let these lovely ladies have some fries.

A random bell rings, and I instantly 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.

Two Family Home

 

Two Family Home

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I realize I’m in a larger house.

I don’t recall my home being this large, though.

Strangely, I notice four people I don’t recognise.

This peculiar family behaves as if they knew me.

I finally saw my family in this large household.

They remind me we all share this large house.

My parents make it sound like this is nothing new.

Apparently, we've been living together for years.

I am not sure why I don't remember this at all.

My alarm wails, and I quickly exit my 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.

All Expenses Paid

 

All Expenses Paid

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I realize I'm not home.

I realize I'm in a large tropical paradise.

My parents are also here, so I'm not alone.

They tell me we all won a wonderful holiday.

Thankfully, this is an all-expenses-paid trip.

So we go around and spend a lot of money.

We spend excessively. We panic, too.

We get a fun call from the corporation.

However, the firm ends up chastising us.

Regardless, we chat to the company.

However, the firm does not want to hear it.

So I decide to depart, 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.

Renovating the House

 

Renovating the House

By Craig Wilson

The smoke has cleared; I am not in my home.

In fact, I notice I'm in a different house entirely.

I am not sure what I am doing in this place.

My buddies approach and inform me.

Apparently, we are here to renovate this house.

We put on overalls and quickly go to work.

I underestimate how exhausting this job is,

My friends and I re-plastered some walls.

We even need to fix the kitchen tiles.

I wonder how much money we're getting.

One of my coworkers says this is a free job.

Frustrated, I leave the house and end 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.

A Creepy Race

 

A Creepy Race

The smoke clears, and I notice I'm outside the house.

One of my friends is here with me, which is unusual.

My buddy informs me we're having a little race.

We are both wearing sporting gear right now.

I shrug. We take our spots and begin the race.

Unfortunately, I forgot where the finish line was.

I get lost and end up on a mysterious forest walk.

I somehow get into an abandoned graveyard.

In the vast cemetery, I enter a creepy tomb.

I flee from the zombies that are pursuing me.

I leave the tomb, and this nightmare ends.

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.

Lost Keys

 

Lost Keys

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I realize I am at a high school.

As always, I have no recollection of arriving here at all.

I soon panic since I don't feel my house keys on me.

I slyly leave school to seek for my lost house keys.

I cross a large field in search of my lost house keys.

Sadly, I discover my keys were in my bag all along.

Time rewinds, and I'm suddenly back at high school.

I decide to assist the professors with some specifics.

The bell rings. I leave the room, 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.