Medical Meeting

 

Medical Meeting

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I see I'm outside the house.

As always, I don't recall leaving the house.

My parents are with me. I ask for an explanation.

We need to go to the local pharmacy in town.

Naturally, we enter our local pharmacy building.

Apparently, I need to be here for an appointment.

I tell the receptionist I'm here to treat my headache.

The receptionist goes into the back to get my pills.

I retrieve the migraine pills from the reception area.

My parents and I leave the pharmacy, 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 Boxing Bonanza

 

The Boxing Bonanza

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I see I'm in a long queue.
Strangely, I have no recollection of this.
My brothers are accompanying me on this occasion.
They remind me we're here to watch Boxing.
My interest in the boxing match has peaked.
I am told we are currently in another town.
We proceed to the front and present our tickets.
My brothers and I soon find our seats.
The match begins, and it's a fierce battle.
The audience cheers. There is a lot of shouting.
The bell rings, and I leave this wild 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.

Noticeable Changes

 

Noticeable Changes

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I see I am in a car.

I'm not alone. There are several ladies.

The ladies reminded me we are all friends.

I shrug. We soon arrive at a sunny beach.

Naturally, we find a place to park our car.

We go to the beach's small changing tents.

I leave the tent. I see that things have changed.

My friend’s dress and behaviour are very different.

I enter the tent. I leave and observe changes.

My friends appear normal, which is odd.

My phone's alarm goes off, waking 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.

Fatal Mugging

 

Fatal Mugging

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I realize I am in a park.

However, I'm completely unfamiliar with this town.

Suddenly, a strange man appears before me.

The man holds a knife and threatens to mug me.

I run away, screaming for help. My heart races.

The crazy man yells and threatens to stab me.

A gunshot rings out, and I quickly turn around.

I see an officer has shot this damned mad mugger.

I thanked the officer, and she promised to assist me.

The phone rings, and I am pulled out of 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.

Work Obsession

 

Work Obsession

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I see I’m in an office building.

Strangely, I do not recall why I am in this place

I see I'm dressed like a maintenance worker.

I shrug. I set out to fix anything that was broken.

However, it is difficult for me to do my job right now.

A woman continues to follow me; she is obsessed.

This woman clearly cares deeply about me, though.

She will not accept “no” as an answer. I try to avoid her.

My phone rings, and I am pulled out of 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.

Gothic Delights

 

Gothic Delights

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I realize I'm outside.

I am not alone. My friends are also here.

My friends remind me why we are all here.

We're visiting a new store, Gothic Delights.

Thus, my friends and I enter the store.

We marvel at the sights of the goods in here.

I look through the book section for something.

Heck, I end up buying a random romance book.

The cover features a human-like fox girl.

I leave the store with my friends and head home.

The phone rings, and I suddenly 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.

Sweet Duet

 

Sweet Duet

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears; I appear in a Jazz Café.

I do not recall going to this Jazz Café at all.

A friend of mine reminds me I work here.

My friend speaks the truth; I do work here.

Thus, my friend and I go back to work.

The manager tells my friend and me to sing.

My friend and I do a little duet together.

The crowd is excited to see us both sing.

I see my robot friend is watching us sing.

Sadly, my friend gets a pretty bad virus.

The phone goes off, and I soon 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.