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.

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.

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.

Dinner Meeting

  

Dinner Meeting

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I notice I am not home.

Right now, I'm in a beautiful restaurant.

As always, I don't remember arriving here.

I see I'm dressed in a nice suit. I look good.

A server reminds me I'm currently on a date.

I don't recall establishing a date, however.

A female voice suddenly cries out my name.

My date is an anthropomorphic wildcat.

The wildcat wears a long, lovely gown.

Surprisingly, I do not recall meeting her.

My date claims she has always known me.

Heck, the cat lady admits she loves me.

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.

Underwater Ride

  

Underwater Ride

By Craig Wilson

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

I see I am in an aquatic theme park.

I’m not alone. I notice my family is here.

We're preparing for a brand-new ride.

It's a vehicle that travels in a massive tube.

We finally get into the enormous car.

Thus, the car moves through the big tube.

We can see we are presently underwater.

There is a lot of aquatic life in the water.

However, the water ride is slowly ending.

I carefully depart the vehicle with my family.

My alarm goes off, and I leave this great 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 Bar Fight

 

Spooky Bar Fight

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I see I’m in a bar.

I am not alone. There are other persons.

The bar has an American theme to it.

As always, I don't remember arriving here.

Suddenly, the customers panic and run.

There's an angry ghost attacking people.

I hide behind a bar to dodge the attack.

I somehow become the Red-Eyed Demon.

As the demon character, I attack this ghost.

The ghost strikes back, showing no fear.

I perform a spell to expel this evil ghost.

Patrons slowly enter the pub, cheering.

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.

Magic Helpers

  

Magic Helpers

By Craig Wilson

The smoke has cleared, and I’m at work.

Again, I do not remember going to work.

I notice some new cleaners within the facility.

Of course, I ask the employees who they are.

They remind me they are a new cleaning staff.

Oddly, I do not recall a new team joining us.

In contrast, I follow them around the building.

I follow them through the mystery door.

The cleaners are elves from their domain.

They advise me I should return to my home.

So I go through the portal and 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.

Boat Trip to Hell

  

Boat Trip to Hell

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I see that I am on a boat.

Surprisingly, I do not recall taking a cruise.

I walk around, looking for a good answer.

Nobody around me can explain it to me.

Suddenly, a doorway appears in the ocean.

Our boat enters the gateway. We panic.

We suspect someone is involved in this.

I find the magician who’s a stowaway.

Of course, I take the mage’s magic orb.

I use the orb to open a doorway to Earth.

We leave Hell and eventually return home.

I enter my compartment, but 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.

Supermarket Crash

  

Supermarket Crash

by Craig Wilson

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

I find myself in a large supermarket.

People call me miss. I don’t know why.

I grab a mirror to see my new reflection.

I realize I'm now a woman with red hair.

A short woman addresses me as Jay.

My small pal walks away somewhere.

So, I walk around and collect my goods.

When I'm done, I choose a random queue.

Some fools cut ahead in the large queue.

I get served and waste other people’s time.

I leave the market and take the bus home.

The bus transports me to the waking 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.