Hotel Bonding

  

Hotel Bonding

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I am not home.

Heck, this looks like a fancy hotel bar.

I am currently with my great friends.

My mates remind me we are relaxing.

Apparently, this is a yearly tradition.

However, I do not recall this as a reality.

We're really intoxicated and quite happy.

Heck, some strangers join us for a drink.

We end up discussing our favourite shows.

After that, we stumble back to our rooms.

I enter my room, but I collapse on the bed.

The alarm goes off, and I 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.

Grandad’s Ring

  

Grandad’s Ring

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I am now at home.

However, this does not look like my pad.

Heck, I don't even resemble myself.

I'm a small child. This feels so odd.

My friends are here for a sleepover.

Of course, my friends fell asleep early.

So, I go talk to my old grandfather.

Grandad says he is really proud of me.

I receive my grandfather’s prized ring.

However, I don't think I can accept it.

Grandad thinks I should pass it on.

Curious, I end up going back to bed.

The alarm 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.

Food Court Diversion

  

Food Court Diversion

By Craig Wilson

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

I realize that I’m in a university library.

Again, I do not recall coming here.

I believe I'm here to do some work.

One of my friends comes to see me.

My friend convinces me I need a break.

So I leave the library and go for a walk.

Somehow, the university has a food court.

Someone really called the area Food Court.

My bud and I get burgers, fries, and shakes.

We sit and relax while eating our meals.

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.

Zombie Tagging

  

Zombie Tagging

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I see I'm not in my home.

I'm not sure why I’m in a bar with my father.

I'm reminded that there are zombies outside.

My father feels we should vacate the area now.

So, my father and I hurry to the bar's rooftop.

My father has a sniper gun to shoot the undead.

I shoot zombies with tags, which are explosives.

My father shoots the undead, which explode.

More zombies are moving towards us, though.

We’re running low on ammo. It’s pretty dire.

The alarm goes off, and I exit the dream world.

The End

Dark Bird Convention

  

Dark Bird Convention

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears; I am no longer home.

I see I'm at a bird convention in town.

As always, I don't remember arriving here.

So, I go around, taking in the various sights.

There is a lot of amazing merchandise here.

Some gothic woman hands me some flyers.

I thank the lady and pack my swag bags.

Many guys are taking a lot of photographs.

Another gothic lady hugs complete strangers.

I end up going into the food section here.

A strange woman claims to know me well.

I leave the convention, 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.

Fixing the Time Stream

  

Fixing the Time Stream

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears; I’m in a computer room.

As always, I am not sure why I am here.

A woman enters to inform me of my task.

Some silly child stole some time crystals.

No one knows how the boy did all of this.

Elders entrust me with fixing the time stream.

Entering the gateway, I find the child in limbo.

It is difficult, but I urge the child to give up now.

Thankfully, I get the time crystals back in time.

I enter the portal and depart the dream world.

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.

Ghostly Memories

  

Ghostly Memories

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I'm not in my house.

I look around and see I’m inside a clinic.

As always, I don't recall visiting here.

Someone reminds me I’m here to work.

I'm dressed in the casual cleaning outfit.

Instead of arguing back, I get to work.

I gather my equipment and get started.

Something seems odd in my workplace.

There are ghosts wandering around here.

They’re likely memories from the past.

Patients and medical workers run around.

Voices of distressed patients surround me.

I rush out of the clinic, 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.