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.

Arcade Escape

  

Arcade Escape

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I’m on a college campus.

As always, I’m not sure what I'm doing here.

It turns out I am a student at this little college.

The lunch bell rings, and a large crowd gathers.

I leave campus and head to a gaming arcade.

The arcade has a bunch of great retro classics.

So I play some cool, retro Ninja Turtle games.

I truly enjoy playing the Ninja Turtles games.

I check my watch. I realize I'm running late again.

I exit the arcade and I quickly depart 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.

Halloween Clean

  

Halloween Clean

By Craig Wilson

The smoke has cleared, and I’m now in a library.

As always, I’m not sure what I’m doing here.

The library features Halloween decorations.

I believe it must be Halloween season.

A woman here says I am a new cleaner.

I realize I am wearing the grey overalls.

I shrug. I empty the bins and wipe them.

I hear some party music not far away.

I do not see my new supervisor anywhere.

I soon finish, and I meet the new librarian.

I describe the supervisor to the employee.

She does not recognise the supervisor.

I leave the library, and the dream ends.

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 Sweet Adoption

A Sweet Adoption

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I realize I’m in a new house.

Strangely, I don’t recall coming here. It’s odd.

I inspect my reflection; I’m now a pre-teen girl.

Yet I cannot speak. I now suffer from mutism.

My bedroom is full of adorable plush animals.

I leave the bedroom to greet my new family.

My foster parents remind me why I am here.

The parents claim they adopted me recently.

I truly enjoy living in my brand-new home.

They even have a dog that I can play with.

My alarm goes sounded, 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.

 

Wrestling with Affection

 

Wrestling with Affection

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I'm in a fast-food joint.

Naturally, I don't recall visiting here. I shrug.

I see my meal is already on the table for me.

I’ve got a burger, fries, and a banana milkshake.

I shrug. I decide to dig in to my greasy supper.

Suddenly, three female wrestlers sit next to me.

I don’t know why I fascinate these wrestling cuties.

The ladies seem interested in getting to know me.

Heck, I let these lovely ladies have some fries.

A random bell rings, and I instantly 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.