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.

Office Official

  

Office Official

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears: I am in an office building.

As always, I don't recollect visiting here.

A young Asian woman approaches me.

I am reminded that I am a researcher.

I shrug my shoulders. I get to work.

I park my rear in my cubicle space.

After turning on the computer, I work.

I do not recognize any of these tasks.

I type away, so the boss does not get upset.

The telephone rings. So I answer the phone.

I don’t recognise the person on the other end.

The voice tells me to wake up, so I do.

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.

Classroom Cleaning

  

Classroom Cleaning

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I'm in a school.

As always, I don't recall visiting here.

I notice that I am dressed as a caretaker.

A woman claims to be my new supervisor.

I get reminded I need to clean several rooms.

So I vacuum the rooms and empty the bins.

My friends repeat some Simpsons quotes.

Surprisingly, the school resembles a US school.

I'm confused because the outside is in Britain.

My boss briefly tells me to get moving.

Reluctantly, I prepare my cleaning trolley.

I leave both the classroom and 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.

Another Mad Day

  

Another Mad Day

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I find myself outside.

In fact, I realise I am right outside my workplace.

Naturally, I'm here to open the place up as usual.

Suddenly, an adversary demands my wallet.

So I pretend I'm nuts to scare my assailant.

My attacker realizes what's going on and flees.

I make sure the cover workers can get in, too.

Some odd cat follows me through the building.

Interestingly, the building resembles a workshop.

Regardless, I quickly prepare for my next shift.

My alarm goes off, and I exit this 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.

Cinema Cleaning

  

Cinema Cleaning

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I am not in my bedroom.

I look around. I notice I'm back in the movies.

Naturally, I cannot recall why I am here.

I see that I'm wearing the same uniform.

The boss, a stocky man, soon approaches me.

I am reminded that I need to do some cleaning.

Of course, the boss sounds rather patronising.

Reluctantly, I return to my cleaning tasks.

My coworker tells me they hate working here.

One of the workers advises we relax a little.

Heck, I join a group in the small break room.

The alarm goes off, and I quickly 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.