Cinema Cleaning

  

Cinema Cleaning

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I am not in my bedroom.

I look around. I notice I'm back in the movies.

Naturally, I cannot recall why I am here.

I see that I'm wearing the same uniform.

The boss, a stocky man, soon approaches me.

I am reminded that I need to do some cleaning.

Of course, the boss sounds rather patronising.

Reluctantly, I return to my cleaning tasks.

My coworker tells me they hate working here.

One of the workers advises we relax a little.

Heck, I join a group in the small break room.

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.

Medical School Work

 

Medical School Work

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I’m in a medical school.

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

I think I'm now a custodian working here.

The overalls and trolley are dead giveaways.

I see some familiar faces in this school.

My friend and her fiancé are studying here.

Some parts of the school seem familiar to me.

I do as I’m told and start cleaning the rooms.

It feels something restricts my movements.

I unlock one room to clean it. I open the door.

I am yanked immediately out of 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.

 

Chilling in the Ghoul House

  

Chilling in the Ghoul House

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I am at another house again.

This house appears to be both old and Victorian.

So, my parents remind me we now live here.

I don't question it, though. I enjoy the moment.

Curiously, I explore every room in this house.

My walking leads me to a very nice study.

I’m amazed by the amount of books on display.

Of course, I can't read them all in one sitting.

I pick up a book. I go to a chair and seat down.

The alarm goes off, and I quickly wake up again.

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 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.