My Fantasy Tale

 

My Fantasy Tale

By Craig Wilson

When the smoke clears, the world looks different.

I see that the world resembles a fantasy setting.

I walk around, confused, looking for help.

I see my reflection; I see I’m a young mage girl.

This magical town is predominantly mixed-race.

Thus, I casually enter the local tavern at random.

The music in this establishment is upbeat.

People are forming their own little parties.

I can't decide which party to join, however.

I join a ladies' team; one of them is a wildcat.

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.

The Super Spa

 

The Super Spa

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I am no longer home.

I’m in what appears to be a posh health spa.

Some random lady tells me I need to work.

However, I do not recall having a job here.

I look, and see I’m wearing the spa uniform.

Thus, I return to the expensive gift shop.

I thus sell some expensive trinkets to people.

The customers are typical wealthy individuals.

Honestly, I feel out of place here. I exhale.

My watch beeps to indicate that it’s break-time.

Thus, I enter through the nearest staff door.

My 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.

Disastrous Day

 

Disastrous Day

By Craig Wilson

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

Outside, it’s raining cats and dogs. It’s depressing.

Thankfully, I run into an old friend from high school.

My friend invites me to his place. We get the bus.

We go there, but his flatmates are really rude to me.

My friend and I watched some comedy videos.

Unfortunately, the flatmates kick us out of the flat.

My friend and I have to take the bus into town.

Thus, we travel to the station and soon part ways.

When I get on the bus home, this dream 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.

Bathroom Flood

 

Bathroom Flood

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I am in my home.

It isn’t unusual for me to be in my house.

I go downstairs to use the restroom.

I do my business, and I also wash up.

However, the taps will not turn off.

I panic and attempt to fix everything.

Yet, I somehow make matters worse.

The water pours wildly out of the sink.

The bathroom soon fills up with water.

I find it hard to open the bathroom door.

I somehow open the door. I am free.

The water rushes out like a tidal wave.

My phone goes off, and I 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.

British Sitcom Binge

 

British Sitcom Binge

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears; I’m in a random bedroom.

There are many band posters on each wall.

Again, I am not sure what I am doing here.

A woman walks into this strange bedroom.

The lady reminds us we are great friends.

I shrug it off. I’m looking forward to chilling.

We end up watching old British sitcoms.

Heck, I do not recognize any of these shows.

None of them appear on the traditional channels.

To my surprise, my friend thinks they are funny.

When I see her having fun, it warms my heart.

My 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.

All-nighters

 

All-nighters

By Craig Wilson

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

Of course, I'm not by myself in here.

I see that there are other students with me.

They remind me we are here to study.

I promised to pull some all-nighters.

I sighed. I reluctantly study my butt off.

Thus, I find it difficult to keep awake.

A friend of mine hands me an energy drink.

I chug my drink. My heart races. I’m alert.

I thank my friend. I return to my work.

The clock ticks. Time moves so slowly.

My 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.

The Fancy Café

 

The Fancy Café

By Craig Wilson

The smoke has cleared, and I’m in a fancy café.

As always, I can’t remember why I’m here.

My boss reminded me I needed to clean up.

I quickly realise I’m wearing the uniform.

I exhale. I reluctantly clean up the messes.

The proprietor spills some water and sneers.

A random colleague suddenly starts the strike.

Heck, I remove my coffee-stained apron.

My co-worker gives me my picket-sign.

My boss begs me to reconsider, however.

I ignore the boss. I leave the small café.

Thus, I wind up exiting this café 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.