Spooky School Search

  

Spooky School Search

By Craig Wilson

I open my eyes. I see I’m in a school.

From the outside, many friends join me.

I’m reminded that we are ghost hunting.

They even have some camera equipment.

My spirit leaves my body to go search.

Only then can I see the school spirits here.

They warn me that this is a terrible place.

So, my spirit quickly returns to my body.

I tell my friends that it's now time to leave.

We pack up our gear and leave the school.

My 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.

The Shifting Error

  

The Shifting Error

By Craig Wilson

The alarm hasn’t gone off. I’m late for work.

Quickly, I get up and change into my uniform.

Thus, I leave my house and get to the office.

My colleague remarks I am late yet again.

She advises me I should try shifting a lot more.

Thus, I shift, but it’s now a different Worldline.

I confuse people with what I’m doing there.

It turns out I don’t work there in this reality.

And yet, I struggle to shift to my Worldline.

My alarm goes off, and I soon wake up again.

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.

Escaping the Dream Loop

  

Escaping the Dream Loop

By Craig Wilson

I wake up in bed. It’s another typical weekend.

Shopping and cleaning are my top priorities.

I leave my bedroom. However, something’s off.

I wake up in bed again. I don’t understand why.

Again, I leave the room and wake up in bed.

Something’s forcing me to loop this dream.

I search my bedroom for some crucial clues.

Finally, I find a strange, red button in here.

I bash the button, hoping the dream ends.

The lights flash. I really don’t understand.

My alarm goes off, and I finally 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-Plus Ice Cream

  

A-Plus Ice Cream

By Craig Wilson

I come to. I see that I’m in a classroom.

As always, I don’t recall coming in here.

I see that I have become a small kid again.

The teacher tells us we have a huge test.

Heck, I didn’t study for this. I’m shaking.

The teacher promises ice cream to us all.

However, the catch is we must ace the test.

So, the test starts, and we all do best as well.

Sooner than expected, the test ends. We relax.

Thankfully, the teacher gives us ice cream.

The bell rings. I leave the room and 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.

A Broken Toy

  

A Broken Toy

By Craig Wilson

I come to. I see that I’m not in my house.

In fact, I’m at someone’s birthday party.

The host is a friend I’ve known for years.

They remind me it’s a party for their kid.

Their kid is sad. Someone broke their toy.

I get asked to fix it. I cannot do it, though.

Some woman has to fix it for me instead.

Defeated, I decide to leave this party early.

Of course, this decision makes people sad.

I apologise. I tell them I’ll see them later.

When I leave the house, I exit 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.

Spider Attack

 

 

Spider Attack

By Craig Wilson

A loud banging awakens me. I groan, too.

I’m not sure how the others sleep through it.

The banging sounds originate from the roof.

A hole appears. An enormous spider emerges.

There’s a massive spider looking for blood.

I flee, hoping to escape from the wild beast.

The spider is in hot pursuit. It will not give up.

So I decide to lure the spider out of the house.

The neighbours do not know what's going on.

A truck smashes this massive, gigantic spider.

It turned out that the spider was a large robot.

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.

 

Bathroom Repairs

  

Bathroom Repairs

By Craig Wilson

For whatever reason, I find myself in a restroom.

I see that I’m dressed in grey work overalls.

A woman appears. I do not recognise her.

This tall lady tells me she is my supervisor.

My supervisor reminds me I’m on repair duty.

Thus, my supervisor leaves to talk to other people.

With my toolkit, I must repair the toilets in here.

Strangely, everything is like a rhythm mini-game.

Carefully, I fix the pipes and such in the sequence.

After that, I put my tools away. That was easy.

I leave the bathroom, and 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.

Mutant Colony

  

Mutant Colony

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I see I am outside.

As always, I do not know what I am doing.

Everything appears to be really different.

It feels like the aftermath of a catastrophe.

I hear there’s a mutant colony nearby.

Of course, I get to the colony in no time.

The mutants resemble humans to me.

However, they have olive green skin.

I convince the mutants that I mean no harm.

Thankfully, they warm up to me so quickly.

I am invited to go to a tent for some food.

When I enter the tent, 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.

Haircut Appointment

  

Haircut Appointment

By Craig Wilson

I instantly awaken in my bed.

My alarm didn’t go off, though.

I feel like I am forgetting something.

Then, the realisation hits me hard.

I recall I have a haircut appointment.

I quickly change and comb my hair.

After collecting my gear, I leave the house.

Running down the street attracts attention.

I enter the barbershop, almost out of breath.

A worker says I missed my appointment.

Sadly, the barbershop is now closing time.

So I will have to go back here another day.

I leave the barbershop 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.

Mop Head Donation

  

Mop Head Donation

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I see that I’m at work.

Yet, the workspace appears completely off.

The building resembles an American clinic.

Heck, my coworkers appear different as well.

One co-worker approaches me and is distressed.

My colleague says we’ve run out of mop heads.

I find it difficult to contact my supervisor.

A bus load of kids soon arrives outside.

The kids pile in, donating their mop heads.

Of course, we thank the children for their help.

I head to the elevator, to continue my job.

After entering 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.

Time Warp Hotel

  

Time Warp Hotel

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I’m in a big hotel.

I don’t recall coming to this place.

The hotel seems quite extravagant.

I check my pockets and locate my key.

I go back to my room to have a lie down.

It feels as if time is warping and shifting.

The hotel appears much older than it was.

Many of the customers wear old clothing.

The folks surrounding me are perplexed.

I go down to the lobby to get some answers.

The hotel is normal. I’m back in my time.

I leave the hotel, 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.

Soap Haul

 

Soap Haul

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I am inside my house.
It is not odd to be in my home right now.
I need to go downstairs to have a drink.
Sadly, I struggle to get to the kitchen.
There are piles of boxes everywhere.
It's difficult to navigate through the house.
I see there are soap bars in the packaging.
Who the heck purchased so much soap?
I choose to remove one box at a time.
The task almost seems never-ending.
To my dismay, the soap reappears.
Something feels quite wrong here.
My 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.

American Invite

  

American Invite

By Craig Wilson

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

I see American street signs everywhere I look.

I don’t remember coming to America.

Heck, I'm astonished I have a passport.

A tall guy quickly approaches me.

He reminds me that I’m here on holiday.

I don’t recall signing up for this, though.

Two guides have to look after me.

First, I want to see the popular sights.

I can't wander too far away, though.

My guides lead me to the nearest hotel.

I can't help but admire the tall buildings.

The alarm goes off, and I abruptly awaken.

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.

Escape or Lose

 

 

 

Escape or Lose

By Craig Wilson

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

On closer inspection, I’m in a cell.

I’m not alone; there are other folks.

Seven strangers are panicking, too.

We are all wearing strange collars.

We’re reminded why we are all here.

The captor wants us to flee now.

However, we must work together.

I give a speech to motivate the others.

Meanwhile, I need to solve a riddle.

We receive the keys required to exit.

The others are excited to leave here.

We use our keys to escape the cell.

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.

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.