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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.