Dead Demon Dog

 

Dead Demon Dog

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I am no longer myself.

I'm my character, the Red-Eyed Demon.

I'm surrounded by buildings, and it's night.

I'm on a mission to solve several murders.

Lucinda assigned me this dangerous job.

The sound of barking disturbs the night.

So I follow the sound of the angry barks.

I come across an elderly man and his dog.

The dog is killing and devouring innocents.

Interestingly, the old man doesn't have a soul.

Thus, when the dog attacks me, I kill it.

Also, I slice the old man without mercy.

My alarm goes off, and 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.

A Shopping Nightmare

 

A Shopping Nightmare

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I'm outside a supermarket.

I am not alone; I see my father is standing with me.

It is late. My father and I have to head home.

We somehow get lost and end up in a train yard.

My father and I converse with his old colleague.

After that, we return home and get lost in the fog.

We enter a cathedral and encounter ancient ghosts.

Sadly, we see the death echoes of some victims.

We leave the cathedral and return to our house.

Neither my father nor I believe what we saw.

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.

Another Breakdown

 

Another Breakdown

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I realize I am in a classroom.

Heck, I'm not sure what I'm doing here. It’s bizarre.

I see I'm still wearing a grey janitorial uniform.

I shrug. I clean the English classroom. I whistle.

My former classmates crowd into this small room.

The teacher arrives last. They have a major meltdown.

Everyone in the room cowers beneath their desks.

I hide in the storage room until the heat subsides.

I hear the teacher smashing everything in the room.

When the school bell rings, I suddenly 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.

 

Near-Death Elevator

 

Near-Death Elevator

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I see I’m in an office building.

I don’t recall leaving the house. I shrug it off.

I find and enter an elevator. I press the 1F button.

The doors close. The machine whirs and plummets.

I scream. I bang against the wall. I barely survive.

The doors open. I leave the elevator; I feel sore.

People crowd around to help me; they examine me.

I can see how everyone is going to die; I panic.

Everywhere I go, I can see visions of death.

I run out of the building, 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.

Escape the Loop

 

Escape the Loop

By Craig Wilson

The smoke goes away. Apparently, I'm in a hotel room.

Strangely, I do not remember ever visiting this hotel.

So, I go to the restroom. I notice my reflection is off.

I have somehow become a thirty-year-old Asian woman.

Bewildered, I leave the hotel room to look for help.

I rap on doors. Nobody responds. So I flee. I also panic.

But time seems to warp wildly as I run for an exit.

Somehow, I keep going up the same stairs repeatedly.

I leave the dream when my phone’s alarm goes off.

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.

Bow-Gun Assassin

 

Bow-Gun Assassin

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I see I'm in a park.

However, I don't remember coming here.

I walk around, avoiding an arrow.

Some lunatic is attempting to attack me.

I run around, avoiding the flying arrows.

I cannot see the shooter. I enter a building.

I see the shooter is a former friend of mine.

I wrestle the bow-gun from the assassin.

Fortunately, I toss the bow-gun away.

I wonder why my ex-friend did this.

He instructs me to wake up and find out.

As a result, I catapult out of this wild 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.

Spooky Talk

 

Spooky Talk

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I'm in the living room.

It is nighttime. The rain outside is quite heavy.

I didn't realize it was going to rain tonight.

I am listening to some smooth jazz on the radio.

My brother unexpectedly enters the living room.

My brother grabs my collar and starts talking to me.

He describes my waking world as another dream.

My heart races. I'm feeling anxious. I want to leave.

My brother let go. He goes upstairs to his room.

I'm too scared to move. However, I wake up in bed.

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.

Fatal Mugging

 

Fatal Mugging

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I realize I am in a park.

However, I'm completely unfamiliar with this town.

Suddenly, a strange man appears before me.

The man holds a knife and threatens to mug me.

I run away, screaming for help. My heart races.

The crazy man yells and threatens to stab me.

A gunshot rings out, and I quickly turn around.

I see an officer has shot this damned mad mugger.

I thanked the officer, and she promised to assist me.

The phone rings, and I am pulled out of 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.

Fatal School

 

Fatal School

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I see I am in a high school.

As per usual, I do not recall going to this school.

By the looks of the place, it is pretty abandoned.

I find a mirror and inspect myself. I gasp audibly.

I see I am a teenage girl; I am quite surprised.

I am not alone. I run away from a hostile spirit.

I duck into an office, and I find an old camera.

The spirit appears. I defeat it with the camera.

The alarm goes off, and I immediately 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.

Monster Cure

 

Monster Cure

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I see I’m in an underground laboratory.

The scientists inform me that there is a raging beast.

These scientists are powerless to stop the beast's rampage.

So I'm in the lab, working on a cure for the monster.

After some trial and error, I create a stable compound.

I put the vial in a syringe gun and I look for the beast.

The monster resembles a grey, wolf-like monster.

I charge at the monster and quickly inject her.

The cure works. The woman becomes normal.

I've saved the love of my life. I exhale deeply.

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.

Zombies vs Ghosts

 

Zombies vs Ghosts

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I see I am in a hospital.

I do not remember going to this hospital.

I stumble around. I soon find a large mirror.

I freak out. I am wearing hospital pyjamas.

That is not all. I see I am a green zombie.

I am not the only one. There are others.

We are not alone. We hear eerie howls.

Some ghosts roam this eerie hospital.

Sadly, the ghosts attack us relentlessly.

We fight back, but it's all for nothing.

My phone 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 Sacrifice

 

Zombie Sacrifice

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I find myself in a flat building.

I have this eerie sensation of déjà vu right now.

I hear a woman crying. I go to investigate.

Men in black are taking this woman’s child.

I can tell the child has the virus in his system.

The child looks like they will turn soon.

I grab a man’s gun and shoot the child dead.

The woman tries attacking me, but gets restrained.

I drop the gun. I shed a tear. I feel so much guilt.

My alarm goes off, and I am pulled from 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.

A Squatting Nightmare

 

A Squatting Nightmare

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I find myself in a flat building.

I am in my bedroom. This is apparently where I live.

I hear some loud noises coming from downstairs.

So I leave my flat. I carefully descend the stairs.

The noises come from a flat. I carefully look inside.

I see a crazed couple. It's clear they're squatters.

They see me. I rush upstairs. I walk into my flat.

I slam my door. Heck, I even barricaded my door.

I hear the psychotic couple. They bang on my door.

Fortunately, my trusty phone alarm wakes me 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.

Trapped in the Asylum

 

Trapped in the Asylum

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I am outside. I feel completely lost.

I'm in an abandoned asylum. I don't know why.

I check my belongings. I use the phone's camera.

I see I am a young woman. This seems out of place.

I close my camera. I placed my phone back in my bag.

I head to the cemetery. I pay my respects to my mother.

I go back. I think I see my mother wandering about.

My mother sits on a small bench. I go to hug her.

I back away. I scream. This woman's a monster.

I ran away. The woman is coming straight for me.

I find the asylum's gates. I awaken from my 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.

Ice Cream Run

 

Ice Cream Run

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears and I find myself outside.

Specifically, I am chilling in a supermarket.

I am in the self-service checkout section.

I buy an ice cream. I use my contactless card.

I head out of the store. It’s like a ghost town.

It’s darker than I realise. I make my way home.

I’m not alone. It feels like I’m being followed.

I hear voices. My heart races. I feel pretty uneasy.

I run. I don’t want to risk being a random victim.

My phone’s alarm goes off. 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.

Escaping the Goons

 

Escaping the Goons

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I am in a quiet little park.

I get grabbed. I'm dragged behind a large tree.

My friend is here. He explains what is happening.

Apparently, some odd goons are looking for us.

We do not know why. They are on the prowl.

We hear the horrifying wails. They are here.

My friend and I are nervous. We then flee.

We waded through the trees. We see an exit.

The goons scream at us. They resemble orcs.

Thus, my friend and I fight back. We soon win.

My friend and I leave the park. 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 Nightmare Manor

 

The Nightmare Manor

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I see I'm in a manor.

I don't recall visiting this large manor.

I try the front doors; someone locked them.

I am in a panic. I am a prisoner. I must flee.

I have no choice. I explore the large mansion.

The dining room is large, clean, and uncluttered.

It feels like I'm playing a survival horror game.

I solve puzzles. I also avoid the creepy monsters.

I finally found the key. I proceed to the mansion exit.

I unlock the front door. I leave the twisted 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.

Zombie Havoc

 

Zombie Havoc

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I find myself in a huge house.

I can hear groans outside. It’s zombies again.

I regroup my folks and help fix up the borders.

There’s a tiny girl here. The poor thing feels scared.

I decide to protect this girl from the undead monsters.

Sadly, two zombies get in; it’s the young girl’s siblings.

I have no choice but to kill the ghouls. I even tear up.

I have to comfort the poor girl. She can’t stop crying.

My alarm goes off, and I catapult out of 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.

Escape the Facility

 

Escape the Facility

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I can hear an alarming blaring.

It turns out that I am inside a bizarre institute.

My friends and I are making a clean break for it.

The guards try to stop us. They use brute force.

We beat the guards, and we head for the exit.

The institute we were in is near a big forest area.

Sadly, a monstrous bear blocks our pathway.

I stay behind. I fight the monster, and I scream.

The mutant bear keeps trying to slash me, too.

My phone alarm 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.

Holy Sanctuary

 

Holy Sanctuary

By Craig Wilson.

The smoke soon clears. I find myself inside my home.

I check my watch. It is time for me to go to work.

As a result, I leave and lock the house. I shiver slightly.

I walk to work, but I hear strange howls in the night.

I am not alone. There are creeps who are following me.

I run. I avoid my workplace. I hide in a nearby church.

I barricaded the doors with chairs and such. I quickly hid.

The creeps bang on the door. They even smash the glass.

My alarm goes off. I am finally free from the 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.