Spider Shoes

  

Spider Shoes

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I’m in my house.

It’s not uncommon for me to be in here.

Oddly, I can’t find my normal shoes.

So, I leave my room to find the shoes.

Thus, I locate my shoes in the living room.

Spiders quickly emerge from the shoes.

Naturally, I panic out about this issue.

A spider woman also arrives in the room.

She warns me not to kill any of the kids.

I oblige and leave her children alone.

The spider woman allows me to live, too.

I exit the main door and 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.

Wedding Preparation

  

Wedding Preparation

By Craig Wilson

The smoke has cleared, and I'm in a hotel.

As always, I don't remember arriving here.

Some women approached me at random.

They claim I'm here to help the bride.

Oddly, I'm not sure what they signify.

They recognise me as a new volunteer.

As a result, I am assigned to a rear room.

The staff wants me to steam the garments.

So, I do my work without arguing back.

Naturally, I steamed some new uniforms.

The bride also accidentally wanders in.

Surprisingly, the bride resembles an elf.

She drags me out of the steaming room.

However, I wind up leaving 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.

Christmas Closet Clean

  

Christmas Closet Clean

By Craig Wilson

After the smoke clears, I find myself at work.

Oddly, I don’t remember coming to work today.

A random woman quickly approaches me.

The woman tells me I need to tidy a closet.

I don't recall needing to do this before.

So, I go to see the aforementioned closet.

Yet, the closet has Christmas decorations.

I roll up my sleeves and soon get to work.

I put the ornaments back where they belong.

This helps me get into the holiday spirit.

I somehow finish doing my job soon.

When I exit the closet, 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.

Second Childhood

  

Second Childhood

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I’m not at home.

I notice I’m in a brand-new play centre.

Some employees tell me I’m the new hire.

I shrug. I go to the ball pit and clean it.

When I exit the ball pit, I become a child.

In fact, I'm back to my eight-year-old self.

I use this opportunity to have some fun.

Playing in this centre makes me happy.

Heck, I've made some new pals here too.

I never want to leave this wonderful centre.

The alarm goes off, and I leave 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.

Monster Mart Gig

 

Monster Mart Gig

By Craig Wilson

The smoke soon clears, and I am outside.

I do not recall leaving the house, however.

My father is accompanying me right now.

I'm reminded that we need a new battery.

My watch has died; it happened so soon.

We go inside this new huge mega-market.

Oddly, I'm mistaken for the new hire.

So, I’m forced to do some odd jobs here.

My coworkers are also literal monsters.

I transform into a dragon and roar loudly.

My colleagues shrink back and apologize.

I return to normal. I leave the store and 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.

 

Toy-Testing

  

Toy-Testing

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I am not in my room.

I find myself at the rear of a charity shop.

My supervisor reminds me of what's going on.

Apparently, I’m supposed to test some toys.

I shrug my shoulders. I get to the testing.

Many of these toys look like classics to me.

Play-testing these toys makes me nostalgic.

Heck, I feel like I’m a young child again.

Also, I find some toys from my childhood.

I can sense delight welling up in my heart.

The alarm goes off, 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.

Back from the Church

  

Back from the Church

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I see I'm in a small church.

My brother appears. He says we have to leave.

So I followed my brother out of the chapel.

We end up going to a huge shopping centre.

A young lady invites us out somewhere.

My brother and I visit a weird hotel.

We end up joining a covert resistance.

The resistance is against the alien invaders.

My brother and I attend the secret training.

The hostile aliens attack the secret base.

I rush through a door 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.