Monkey Sadness

 

Monkey Sadness

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I see I am in a tiny café.

As always, I do not remember coming here at all.

I am sitting at a table nursing a little hazelnut latte.

My pal Jack appears, and he’s got a monkey friend.

Jack sits at the same table as me. He looks pretty sad.

Jack says his monkey pal has depression. Poor, tiny chap.

My heart breaks. I want to see a smile from the monkey.

Nothing I say or do improve the monkey's sour mood.

My phone’s alarm goes off, and I’m pulled from 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.

The Death Loop

 

The Death Loop

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I am sitting in a random park.

As always, I don’t remember leaving my house at all.

However, I keep appearing at the same park bench.

I walk around and see a guy dying a different way.

I don’t know who the guy is or where he came from.

Every time this man dies, I appear at the park bench.

I try to save this man, but I keep repeatedly failing.

I finally have a successful attempt and I save the guy.

My phone’s alarm wails, and I wake up from 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.

Jumping Dreams

 

Jumping Dreams

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I find myself in a big warehouse.

As always, I don’t recall going to this huge warehouse.

I am wearing overalls, so I guess that I have to clean here.

I unlock a nearby closet and a sudden current blows hard.

I appear in a university library, with a few people inside.

I rush through the double doors and wind up on a beach.

I see a random couple jogging, and they wave to me fondly.

I wave back. I jog, and I’m able to leave this odd 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.

Space Santa's Revenge

 

Space Santa's Revenge

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I find myself in an alien town.

An elf grabs my arm and pulls me aside to chat to me.

The elf reminds me we have both gone back in time.

We must stop Space Santa from ruining the Xmas season.

Space Santa appears to fight me and the little elf friend.

The elf friend hands me a big magic jar, which I accept.

I use the magic jar to trap the evil Space Santa for good.

I have saved the future, and my alarm wakes me 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 Ghost Kid

 

The Ghost Kid

By Craig Wilson

When the smoke clears, I find myself in a charity shop.

As usual, I have no recollection of leaving my house.

I'm sorting through donations upstairs in the shop.

A young child is playing with the toys in a tiny box.

I direct the child to return downstairs to their parent.

The child laughs and they vanish before my eyes.

I dash downstairs to inform my boss of the incident.

My boss does not believe in ghosts. I feel so scared.

My phone alarm goes off, and I quickly awaken in bed.

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.

Cutting the Queue

 

Cutting the Queue

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I find myself back outside.

As usual, I do not know why I'm outside right now.

A friend takes my arm and tells me what's going on.

I'm reminded that we're on our way to a new café.

We enter the café, and my friend finds us a seat.

I stand in line and misjudge how long it will take.

I feel like I've been waiting in this line for a long time.

It’s finally my turn, but some person beats me to it.

I exhale forcefully. The tiny barrister finally serves me.

My alarm goes off, and I awaken from 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.

Charity Drive

 

Charity Drive

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I see I am not in my house.

As usual, I don’t remember leaving my house.

I see that I’m in a charity shop in the town centre.

My friend from school reminds me why I’m here.

I volunteered to help with a big charity drive.

I do not recall signing up for this, though.

The charity is to help the underprivileged kids.

I help sort donations and sell some great stuff.

I see there are folks from my past helping others.

My phone’s alarm goes off, and I wake up in my bed.

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.