The False Reality

  

The False Reality

By Craig Wilson

I awoke in bed. My alarm’s tune is going off.

I turned off my alarm. I do not want to leave.

My wife says she wants to sleep in, too.

I don't recall having a wife, however.

Even stranger, our adopted children rush in.

The children want us to cook them pancakes.

So, reluctantly, we must leave the bed.

The kids also offer us some privacy.

After changing, we go soon downstairs.

My wife and I cook amazing pancakes.

Someone knocks on the door. I check it out.

When I open the door, I exit the dreamscape.

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 Haunting Connection

  

A Haunting Connection

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I’m in a gothic house.

I am frightened when I hear a woman cry.

I ignore my instincts and climb the stairs.

I enter a room and see a woman in a gown.

The woman appears to be in mourning.

So I sat with her and ask her what's up.

Her own death has depressed her greatly.

I ask her if she needs help with anything.

She asks for a hug, and I oblige the request.

We hug for a while. It feels so lucid, too.

Yet, I do not want this moment to end.

Sadly, my 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.

The Office Building

  

The Office Building

By Craig Wilson

The smoke has cleared, and I’m in an office building.

As always, I'm not sure what I'm doing here.

I have an unpleasant odour. I should take a shower.

So I hunt around for the nearest shower room.

I fall through a small hole in the floor and get lost.

I'm in the abandoned portion of this office building.

There's a band of mutants hanging out down here.

Thankfully, none of the mutant people attack me.

A mutant woman assists me in getting out of here.

They lead me to an elevator to help me get back.

When I go into the elevator, 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.

Bus Depot Office

  

Bus Depot Office

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I realize I am outside.

Yet, I don’t recollect leaving my residence.

I observe I am near to the bus terminal.

I need to get home, so I go to the bus station.

To my amazement, the bus terminal is different.

The terminal resembles a large postal office.

I notice postal workers and bus drivers.

So I go straight to the bay where my bus is.

My bus finally arrives, and I gently board.

I pay the fare, thank the driver, and seat down.

When the bus departs the station, the dream fades.

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 Quaint Little Date

  

A Quaint Little Date

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I'm in a different town.

As always, I don’t recall coming to this place.

However, a random woman soon hugs me.

But I truly don't know who this woman is.

The woman reminds me we have a small date.

I go with the flow and begin my little date.

We went to the market and did some shopping.

Heck, my lady friend and I eat in a restaurant.

My girl finds a phone and returns it to its owner.

We pay for our dinner and leave the restaurant.

The phone rings, and I leave this incredible 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.

Lucid Wasp Escape

  

Lucid Wasp Escape

By Craig Wilson

I’m in my room right now, but I’m frightened.

I hear a wasp buzzing about in my bedroom.

I’m deathly frightened of being stung by wasps.

It’s also late. I should get some sleep right now.

So, I decide to hide beneath my bed covers for safety.

However, I can hear a furious buzzing in my bedroom.

I’m feeling anxious. I really don’t want to be stunned.

I hear the buzzing cease. I hope the wasp is gone.

I carefully look. I see the wasp leave through the window.

Thankfully, my alarm wakes me from this nightmare.

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 House

  

Zombie House

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I see I’m in a big house.

As always, I don’t recall visiting this house.

I see a zombie. I freak out and murder it.

The front door has four locks, and I’m stuck.

So I realize I'm in an escape room situation.

Without an option, I search for the four keys.

It is difficult; there are many lethal traps.

Now, I feel like I am caught in a video game.

I somehow get all the house keys I need.

I slay any vile monsters that get in my way.

When I leave the house, 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.