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.

The Free Buffet

 

The Free Buffet

By Craig Wilson

The smoke has cleared, and I am no longer home.

I see I am in a pub, and there are many people.

I am not alone. I see my father is hanging out here.

A relative approaches and greets me and my father.

My relative leads us to the free buffet feast.

However, we don’t question the random occasion.

Instead, we’re content to enjoy a free meal.

However, I see many people I've never met before.

These people behave as if they have always known me.

When I go to the restroom, I leave the 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.

Wrong Bus, Wrong Card

 

Wrong Bus, Wrong Card

By Craig Wilson

The smoke has cleared, and I am no longer home.

I look around and realize I am in the bus terminal.

I don’t recall ever going to this bus terminal.

A bus appears. I assume I have to take this.

I present my card and choose a seat at random.

The bus moves. However, something feels off.

I see the bus is actually going the opposite way.

I realise I have used the incorrect bus and card.

I quickly press the red button to stop the bus.

When I get off the bus, 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.

The Same Woman

 

The Same Woman

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I see I’m outside.

However, I know I'm dreaming right now.

However, everything seems clear to me.

I soon wonder if this is actually a dream.

I explore and notice a mysterious woman.

This random woman is very familiar to me.

I swear I see the same woman everywhere.

I go to talk to her, but she quickly disappears.

I searched the city for this random woman.

However, I soon become lost in a sea of people.

The woman I know boarded a random bus.

Unfortunately, my alarm wakes me 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.

My Fantasy Tale

 

My Fantasy Tale

By Craig Wilson

When the smoke clears, the world looks different.

I see that the world resembles a fantasy setting.

I walk around, confused, looking for help.

I see my reflection; I see I’m a young mage girl.

This magical town is predominantly mixed-race.

Thus, I casually enter the local tavern at random.

The music in this establishment is upbeat.

People are forming their own little parties.

I can't decide which party to join, however.

I join a ladies' team; one of them is a wildcat.

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.

The Super Spa

 

The Super Spa

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I am no longer home.

I’m in what appears to be a posh health spa.

Some random lady tells me I need to work.

However, I do not recall having a job here.

I look, and see I’m wearing the spa uniform.

Thus, I return to the expensive gift shop.

I thus sell some expensive trinkets to people.

The customers are typical wealthy individuals.

Honestly, I feel out of place here. I exhale.

My watch beeps to indicate that it’s break-time.

Thus, I enter through the nearest staff door.

My 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.