Teen-Swap

  

Teen-Swap

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I see I'm in my bedroom.

I appear to be watching an old television film.

The main character awakens in a pink bedroom.

The guy checks the mirror to see their reflection.

They notice a female reflection. They freak out.

They have swapped bodies with a teenage girl.

There is no explanation of how this occurred.

After getting changed, they rush out of the house.

They see their body and discover it’s the girl.

This random phenomenon has also alarmed her.

Lightning strikes them, and they’re normal.

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.

Neo-Academy

  

Neo-Academy

By Craig Wilson

I open my eyes, and something is odd.

The world feels very different to me.

I certainly don't recall being in the future.

Even stranger, I attend an academy as well.

A furious man reminds me of why I am here.

This gentleman admits he is my superior.

Apparently, I joined the police force.

Yet, I do not recall signing up for this.

Thus, I must undergo rigorous training.

My instructor is a complete disaster.

The obstacle course is a deadly trap.

I, too, trouble with the firing range.

Only a few women help me cope here.

The bell sounds, and I finally 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.

A Total Mess

  

A Total Mess

By Craig Wilson

I came to. I am in a gigantic warehouse.

I do not remember coming here at all.

Some random woman approaches me.

The woman reminds me I work here, too.

My uniform confirms she speaks the truth.

Thus, the woman directs me to my workspace.

To my horror, there are many difficulties here.

Stuff is missing, and the equipment won’t work.

I am assigned to clean up after everyone here.

It takes a long time because no one seems to help.

Finally, my alarm goes off and 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.

Party Bus Tour

  

Party Bus Tour

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I see I am in the station.

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

Suddenly, a strange bus arrives at bay 13.

I do not know why I boarded this odd bus.

It turns out that this is a large party bus.

There are many types of folks on here.

People pass me drinks, which I consume.

Oddly, the drinks have a swift effect on me.

It feels like the entire bus inside is spinning.

Random women dance alongside me as well.

When I get off the bus, 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 Odd Visitors

  

The Odd Visitors

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I am in a big house.

This makes no sense to me at all.

I don't recall coming to this house.

There's a strange knock on the door.

So, I open the door, and some people.

These folks claim to be my buddies.

They enter one by one to hang out.

Yet I don't recognise any of them.

Many of them dress like typical artists.

They tell stories I don't remember.

My mysterious friends have some plans.

They want to go to the cinema shortly.

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.

The New Book Store

  

The New Book Store

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears; I’m now outside.

I do not recollect leaving the house.

People are also crowding around.

Apparently, there is a new shop.

Curious, I enter this new store.

There are many tomes in here.

I go upstairs – to see more sights.

There are many manga volumes here.

I see a lot of one-shots in here, too.

So I purchase a book to read at the store.

Next, I make a purchase from the café.

After that, I sit down with my belongings.

I get an early start reading my manga.

My 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.

Anime Night Binge

  

Anime Night Binge

By Craig Wilson

I open my eyes. I can’t sleep at all.

I decide to pass the time for a while.

I want to binge-watch some anime.

So I pick a cop drama to watch.

I watch all the episodes one at a time.

Something unusual soon occurs.

I begin seeing some hallucinations.

The characters appear before me.

They ask me to assist save the day.

However, I am not sure how to do so.

The latest episode of the anime ends.

All the anime characters vanish, too.

I don't comprehend what happened.

So, my alarm ends this crazy 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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.