Last Minute Shopping

 

Last Minute Shopping

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I am outside the house.

As usual, I don't recall leaving the house at all.

I'm not alone; my brothers and father are here.

They remind me it's Christmastime right now.

We need to get some last-minute Christmas gifts.

Which is unusual given that we buy our gear early.

We are in the town centre, looking for some gifts.

Oddly, the town we’re in appears to be USA style.

My brothers have to work in some food stalls.

My phone goes off, and I quickly 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.

Dead Demon Dog

 

Dead Demon Dog

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I am no longer myself.

I'm my character, the Red-Eyed Demon.

I'm surrounded by buildings, and it's night.

I'm on a mission to solve several murders.

Lucinda assigned me this dangerous job.

The sound of barking disturbs the night.

So I follow the sound of the angry barks.

I come across an elderly man and his dog.

The dog is killing and devouring innocents.

Interestingly, the old man doesn't have a soul.

Thus, when the dog attacks me, I kill it.

Also, I slice the old man without mercy.

My alarm 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.

A Shopping Nightmare

 

A Shopping Nightmare

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I'm outside a supermarket.

I am not alone; I see my father is standing with me.

It is late. My father and I have to head home.

We somehow get lost and end up in a train yard.

My father and I converse with his old colleague.

After that, we return home and get lost in the fog.

We enter a cathedral and encounter ancient ghosts.

Sadly, we see the death echoes of some victims.

We leave the cathedral and return to our house.

Neither my father nor I believe what we saw.

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.

Strange and Sociable

 

Strange and Sociable

By Craig Wilson

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

I am not alone; there are some others with me.

So these random people resemble trendy models.

To me, these people appear to be random strangers.

The trendy people want me to speak up as well.

They remind me we are actually best friends.

I don't recognise any of them, which is strange.

So they tell me some classic stories they know.

Again, I don't understand what they're saying.

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.

Dream Change

 

Dream Change

By Craig Wilson

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

I do not recall leaving my house. It’s all fuzzy.

I see I’m wearing overalls; I am here to do a job.

With no other choice, I mop the showroom.

Soon after, I head to the cleaning cupboard.

I enter the cleaning cupboard, and it changes.

I leave the cupboard; I’m in a high school now.

I head to the toilets to understand my situation.

I hear a woman tell me I really need to wake up.

My alarm goes off, and I soon leave this 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.

Another Breakdown

 

Another Breakdown

By Craig Wilson

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

Heck, I'm not sure what I'm doing here. It’s bizarre.

I see I'm still wearing a grey janitorial uniform.

I shrug. I clean the English classroom. I whistle.

My former classmates crowd into this small room.

The teacher arrives last. They have a major meltdown.

Everyone in the room cowers beneath their desks.

I hide in the storage room until the heat subsides.

I hear the teacher smashing everything in the room.

When the school bell rings, I suddenly 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.

 

Near-Death Elevator

 

Near-Death Elevator

By Craig Wilson

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

I don’t recall leaving the house. I shrug it off.

I find and enter an elevator. I press the 1F button.

The doors close. The machine whirs and plummets.

I scream. I bang against the wall. I barely survive.

The doors open. I leave the elevator; I feel sore.

People crowd around to help me; they examine me.

I can see how everyone is going to die; I panic.

Everywhere I go, I can see visions of death.

I run out of the building, and 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.