Lost Keys

 

Lost Keys

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I realize I am at a high school.

As always, I have no recollection of arriving here at all.

I soon panic since I don't feel my house keys on me.

I slyly leave school to seek for my lost house keys.

I cross a large field in search of my lost house keys.

Sadly, I discover my keys were in my bag all along.

Time rewinds, and I'm suddenly back at high school.

I decide to assist the professors with some specifics.

The bell rings. I leave the room, and 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.

Merry Christmas! 2025!

 

Haunted School Havoc

 

Haunted School Havoc

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I see I’m at a high school.

However, I don't recall attending a high school.

Some girl reminds me I need to get to class.

I quickly notice I'm wearing the same uniform.

On my way, I saw a ghost harassing a pupil.

The ghost pushes the child against a locker.

The ghost vanishes, cackling like a lunatic.

I help accompany the kid to the infirmary.

We get there, and the school nurse is a skeleton.

I scream. I rush out of the room and 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.

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.