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.

Merry Christmas! 2025!

 

Haunted School Havoc

 

Haunted School Havoc

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I see I’m at a high school.

However, I don't recall attending a high school.

Some girl reminds me I need to get to class.

I quickly notice I'm wearing the same uniform.

On my way, I saw a ghost harassing a pupil.

The ghost pushes the child against a locker.

The ghost vanishes, cackling like a lunatic.

I help accompany the kid to the infirmary.

We get there, and the school nurse is a skeleton.

I scream. I rush out of 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.

Lost Dog

 

Lost Dog

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears; I'm in my bedroom.

It's not unusual to be in my bedroom.

I have nothing important to do right now.

So I play a few video games to unwind.

I discover a retro game named Lost Dog.

It's a game inspired by Stray; the cat game.

You play as a dog searching for its home.

The game is 3D and has a beautiful art style.

Heck, there's a button to bark at them.

I end up barking at some strange birds, too.

I exit the game, and hence 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.

Arts and Crafts

 

Arts and Crafts

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I’m no longer in my bed.

Heck, I see I’m no longer in my house as well.

I am in what appears to be a primary classroom.

As always, I don’t recall ever visiting this location.

I realize I’m a kid again. I’m dressed like the others.

A teacher informs us we’re doing some arts and crafts.

I collaborate with a girl to create jewellery and shirts.

I have the strangest sense of déjà vu right now.

I look around and wonder if I’ve been here before.

The bell rings, and I am jolted out of 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.