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.

Bridge Town

  

Bridge Town

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I notice I’m on the bus.

As always, I don't recollect taking a bus.

In addition, the bus stops in a small town.

I am astounded by the sight of this place.

This town appears to be from a fantasy.

I decide to explore. I want to have a bite.

I eat at a great restaurant in the town centre.

The burgers at this eatery are acceptable.

However, all of this seems too familiar to me.

I have déjà vu. It’s like I’ve been here before.

The phone rings, and I exit 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.

Biker Aid

  

Biker Aid

By Craig Wilson

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

I am not sure why I’m here. It's so odd here.

I am not alone. I see my mates are here, too.

They remind me we cannot find our way back.

I sighed. I realize that the sun is slowly lowering.

Naturally, some female bikers arrive shortly after.

The ladies bikers help us get to the bus station.

The bus arrived. We may finally return home.

Others are preventing me from getting on.

I have a tantrum, garnering some attention.

My phone goes off, and 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.