Hotel Bonding

  

Hotel Bonding

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I am not home.

Heck, this looks like a fancy hotel bar.

I am currently with my great friends.

My mates remind me we are relaxing.

Apparently, this is a yearly tradition.

However, I do not recall this as a reality.

We're really intoxicated and quite happy.

Heck, some strangers join us for a drink.

We end up discussing our favourite shows.

After that, we stumble back to our rooms.

I enter my room, but I collapse on the bed.

The alarm goes off, and I exit 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.

Grandad’s Ring

  

Grandad’s Ring

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I am now at home.

However, this does not look like my pad.

Heck, I don't even resemble myself.

I'm a small child. This feels so odd.

My friends are here for a sleepover.

Of course, my friends fell asleep early.

So, I go talk to my old grandfather.

Grandad says he is really proud of me.

I receive my grandfather’s prized ring.

However, I don't think I can accept it.

Grandad thinks I should pass it on.

Curious, I end up going back to bed.

The alarm goes off, 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.

Food Court Diversion

  

Food Court Diversion

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I’m not at home.

I realize that I’m in a university library.

Again, I do not recall coming here.

I believe I'm here to do some work.

One of my friends comes to see me.

My friend convinces me I need a break.

So I leave the library and go for a walk.

Somehow, the university has a food court.

Someone really called the area Food Court.

My bud and I get burgers, fries, and shakes.

We sit and relax while eating our meals.

The alarm goes off, and I quickly 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.

Zombie Tagging

  

Zombie Tagging

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I see I'm not in my home.

I'm not sure why I’m in a bar with my father.

I'm reminded that there are zombies outside.

My father feels we should vacate the area now.

So, my father and I hurry to the bar's rooftop.

My father has a sniper gun to shoot the undead.

I shoot zombies with tags, which are explosives.

My father shoots the undead, which explode.

More zombies are moving towards us, though.

We’re running low on ammo. It’s pretty dire.

The alarm goes off, and I exit the dream world.

The End

Dark Bird Convention

  

Dark Bird Convention

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears; I am no longer home.

I see I'm at a bird convention in town.

As always, I don't remember arriving here.

So, I go around, taking in the various sights.

There is a lot of amazing merchandise here.

Some gothic woman hands me some flyers.

I thank the lady and pack my swag bags.

Many guys are taking a lot of photographs.

Another gothic lady hugs complete strangers.

I end up going into the food section here.

A strange woman claims to know me well.

I leave the convention, and 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.

Fixing the Time Stream

  

Fixing the Time Stream

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears; I’m in a computer room.

As always, I am not sure why I am here.

A woman enters to inform me of my task.

Some silly child stole some time crystals.

No one knows how the boy did all of this.

Elders entrust me with fixing the time stream.

Entering the gateway, I find the child in limbo.

It is difficult, but I urge the child to give up now.

Thankfully, I get the time crystals back in time.

I enter the portal and depart the dream world.

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.

Ghostly Memories

  

Ghostly Memories

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I'm not in my house.

I look around and see I’m inside a clinic.

As always, I don't recall visiting here.

Someone reminds me I’m here to work.

I'm dressed in the casual cleaning outfit.

Instead of arguing back, I get to work.

I gather my equipment and get started.

Something seems odd in my workplace.

There are ghosts wandering around here.

They’re likely memories from the past.

Patients and medical workers run around.

Voices of distressed patients surround me.

I rush out of the clinic, 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.

Ghost Attack

  

Ghost Attack

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears; I’m no longer inside my home.

In fact, I realize I'm in a brand-new restaurant.

As always, I don't recollect visiting here.

The eatery appears to have an Asian motif.

A member approaches me with a kind smile.

I am grateful for dining at this great business.

My cellphone goes off. My friend is on the line.

I am reminded that I need to get back to school.

So I pay for my dinner and exit the premises.

Violent ghosts began hitting me as well.

I hop on the bus. I also exit 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.

Cook With Craig

  

Cook With Craig

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I’m now in my home.

However, everything feels pretty odd.

It seems like life is like a video game.

Of course, I do not believe I've free will.

Someone is influencing my movements.

I feel like doing some quick cooking.

So, I casually enter the small kitchen area.

Cooking is exactly like a rhythm game.

Cheesy music plays in the background.

I'm experiencing a sense of déjà vu.

The task is to make some pancakes.

The gamer repeatedly fails the challenge.

I leave the kitchen, 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.

Poor Dolly

  

Poor Dolly

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I’m not in my house.

I find myself inside a huge, creepy house.

People abandoned this house years ago.

I don't remember why I came here at all.

Walking along, I soon hear a girl crying.

I discover the girl crying in her bedroom.

Curious, I ask the girl what is wrong.

She says something broke her doll.

I look down and notice the ruined doll.

The girl's doll appears overly realistic.

However, the girl looks like a doll.

Frightened, I flee the house. I scream.

As the house disappears, 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.

The Other Store

  

The Other Store

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I am not in my house.

In fact, I can tell I am in a large supermarket.

My father is with me. I can't recollect why.

I’m told we’re going shopping to stock up.

So I go with the flow and grab a basket.

As we go about, something seems strange.

This is an alternative version of the store.

The folks here don’t look normal at all.

I saw many strange monsters in here.

The workers resemble brain-dead zombies.

My father decides it is best to go immediately.

I rush out of the exit and abandon 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.

I Break the 4th Wall

  

I Break the 4th Wall

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I am not in my house.

In reality, I see I am at a random school.

I don't recall attending to this institution.

I'm specifically taking a make-up lesson.

The students are in such a talkative mood.

Having free agency, I know this is a dream.

I inform the others that this is not genuine.

This horrible news frightens the students.

So I pretend it's a lie and that I'm joking.

Thankfully, they believe me and smile.

When I leave the room, I 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.

The Angry Old Man Dies

  

The Angry Old Man Dies

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears; I am sitting in my room.

Of course, I do not find this weird at all.

So I'm listening to an audiobook right now.

An angry elderly man hates everyone.

The neighbourhood avoid this old gent.

Local kids tell tales of this mean old man.

Suddenly, the old man dies on the streets.

Only a precious little child pleads for help.

The audiobook makes me feel quite sad.

It is difficult to move on after the book ends.

I take off the headset 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.

Fishing Challenge X

  

Fishing Challenge X

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears; I am now in my room.

It is not unusual to be in my bedroom.

I don't know what I'm doing right now.

I see I have paused a random video game.

The gameplay is like Stardew Valley.

I don't recall playing this game before.

I resume the game and continue playing.

The game has a good appeal as well.

So I resolve to explore the big planet.

I don't feel like doing the story quest.

I try out the popular fishing mini-game.

However, the game worries me out.

I abandon the game to cool down.

The alarm goes off, 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.

Lecture Crashing

  

Lecture Crashing

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I am in a library.

I have no recollection of coming here.

There are also university students here.

The university is in a different town.

A group of students sits not far away.

The lecturer soon joins the pupils.

I accidentally crash a little lecture.

The instructor does not mind, though.

The pupils need to do some research.

So I end up providing a hand or two.

I impress their lecturer with my words.

The students are grateful for my help.

Afterward, I say goodbye to everyone.

I leave both the library and 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.

Killer Musical

  

Killer Musical

By Craig Wilson

The smoke has cleared, and I’m not in my home.

As usual, I don't remember leaving my house.

I seem to be in a classroom with other students.

The professor reminds me that this is a class.

I'm reminded that it's a creative writing course.

The professor encourages us to write a tale.

So I make a musical about serial killers.

These killers sing about their murder spree.

My teacher is not really interested in my story.

However, I refuse to change the story idea.

When the bell rings, I stand up from my desk.

I leave both the classroom and 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.

Yandere Chicken Date

  

Yandere Chicken Date

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I’m in a restaurant.

They fry large birds here. It’s really cool.

As always, I don't remember arriving here.

I am not alone. My friends are also here.

They remind me we're having a hangout.

We are sharing some chicken and fries.

A strange, smiling lady joins us our group.

The lady in question acts like I am her date.

However, my pals find this amusing at first.

My dear friends soon change their tune as well.

This unusual lady is protective and frightening.

I leave the restaurant, and also 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.

The Foggy Village

  

The Foggy Village

By Craig Wilson

I instantly come to. I see I’m outside.

As usual, I have no recollection at all.

I assume I have some errands to run.

So I stroll around to get my bearings.

Curious, I wander down a random lane.

I leave my town and discover a little area.

A cool fog covers this town like a blanket.

There doesn’t appear to be anyone around.

Something seems to monitor me as well.

There are strange whispers in this old village.

I need to leave this area. I quickly backtrack.

I enter a strange tunnel 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.

Manga Emporium

  

Manga Emporium

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I’m in an odd town.

As always, I do not remember arriving here.

I see there's a tremendous market today.

So I take a walk about to have a look.

I come across the Manga Emporium.

Curious, I enter this large bookshop.

I see a lot of manga exhibited. I grin.

I dig in and browse through the manga.

There are English translations in here.

I buy some manga to read later on.

The shop assistant is friendly to people.

I leave the store, and 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.

Bird Saviour

  

Bird Saviour

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I’m not inside my house.

In fact, I don’t feel like myself. I’m smaller.

I look around and finally notice my reflection.

To my surprise, I'm a bird. I also caw loudly.

I do not recollect being a bird. I panic as well.

Not far away, I hear a teenage girl screaming.

Some muggers are attacking this little girl.

So, I fly and scare away these bad muggers.

The teenage girl sees me as her saviour.

I am, of course, grateful. I pledge to help her.

My alarm goes off, and I abruptly 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.