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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Inspection Day

  

Inspection Day

By Craig Wilson

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

Looking around, I realize I am at work.

Strangely, the workplace appears different.

One of my colleagues approaches me.

I'm told there's a huge inspection today.

So we have to clean the huge workplace.

I take my time as well. I whistle a little tune.

It's difficult since I hear a clock ticking away.

I feel as if something is timing me right now.

This makes me want to do the job faster.

I do all of my responsibilities. I exhale.

My alarm goes off, and 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.

Work Clones

  

Work Clones

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears: I am not at home now.

I can tell I'm in a massive office building.

Oddly enough, I recollect nothing. I shrug.

I’m wearing a suit. I work in a small cubicle.

My coworkers seem to be extremely busy.

I follow suit, typing away at my computer.

A colleague reminds me it's break time.

So unwillingly, I decide to have a rest.

Walking to the canteen, I see an odd door.

I enter the room. I see humans in large vats.

Clones surround me. I feel uneasy right.

I race down the halls to avoid the clones.

I enter the elevator and exit the dreamscape.

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.

Wedding Preparation

  

Wedding Preparation

By Craig Wilson

The smoke has cleared, and I'm in a hotel.

As always, I don't remember arriving here.

Some women approached me at random.

They claim I'm here to help the bride.

Oddly, I'm not sure what they signify.

They recognise me as a new volunteer.

As a result, I am assigned to a rear room.

The staff wants me to steam the garments.

So, I do my work without arguing back.

Naturally, I steamed some new uniforms.

The bride also accidentally wanders in.

Surprisingly, the bride resembles an elf.

She drags me out of the steaming room.

However, I wind up leaving 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.

Christmas Closet Clean

  

Christmas Closet Clean

By Craig Wilson

After the smoke clears, I find myself at work.

Oddly, I don’t remember coming to work today.

A random woman quickly approaches me.

The woman tells me I need to tidy a closet.

I don't recall needing to do this before.

So, I go to see the aforementioned closet.

Yet, the closet has Christmas decorations.

I roll up my sleeves and soon get to work.

I put the ornaments back where they belong.

This helps me get into the holiday spirit.

I somehow finish doing my job soon.

When I exit the closet, 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.

Monster Mart Gig

 

Monster Mart Gig

By Craig Wilson

The smoke soon clears, and I am outside.

I do not recall leaving the house, however.

My father is accompanying me right now.

I'm reminded that we need a new battery.

My watch has died; it happened so soon.

We go inside this new huge mega-market.

Oddly, I'm mistaken for the new hire.

So, I’m forced to do some odd jobs here.

My coworkers are also literal monsters.

I transform into a dragon and roar loudly.

My colleagues shrink back and apologize.

I return to normal. I leave the store 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.

 

Toy-Testing

  

Toy-Testing

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I am not in my room.

I find myself at the rear of a charity shop.

My supervisor reminds me of what's going on.

Apparently, I’m supposed to test some toys.

I shrug my shoulders. I get to the testing.

Many of these toys look like classics to me.

Play-testing these toys makes me nostalgic.

Heck, I feel like I’m a young child again.

Also, I find some toys from my childhood.

I can sense delight welling up in my heart.

The alarm goes off, and 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.

Office Official

  

Office Official

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears: I am in an office building.

As always, I don't recollect visiting here.

A young Asian woman approaches me.

I am reminded that I am a researcher.

I shrug my shoulders. I get to work.

I park my rear in my cubicle space.

After turning on the computer, I work.

I do not recognize any of these tasks.

I type away, so the boss does not get upset.

The telephone rings. So I answer the phone.

I don’t recognise the person on the other end.

The voice tells me to wake up, so I do.

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.

Classroom Cleaning

  

Classroom Cleaning

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I'm in a school.

As always, I don't recall visiting here.

I notice that I am dressed as a caretaker.

A woman claims to be my new supervisor.

I get reminded I need to clean several rooms.

So I vacuum the rooms and empty the bins.

My friends repeat some Simpsons quotes.

Surprisingly, the school resembles a US school.

I'm confused because the outside is in Britain.

My boss briefly tells me to get moving.

Reluctantly, I prepare my cleaning trolley.

I leave both the classroom 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.

Another Mad Day

  

Another Mad Day

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears, and I find myself outside.

In fact, I realise I am right outside my workplace.

Naturally, I'm here to open the place up as usual.

Suddenly, an adversary demands my wallet.

So I pretend I'm nuts to scare my assailant.

My attacker realizes what's going on and flees.

I make sure the cover workers can get in, too.

Some odd cat follows me through the building.

Interestingly, the building resembles a workshop.

Regardless, I quickly prepare for my next shift.

My alarm goes off, and 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.

Cinema Cleaning

  

Cinema Cleaning

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I am not in my bedroom.

I look around. I notice I'm back in the movies.

Naturally, I cannot recall why I am here.

I see that I'm wearing the same uniform.

The boss, a stocky man, soon approaches me.

I am reminded that I need to do some cleaning.

Of course, the boss sounds rather patronising.

Reluctantly, I return to my cleaning tasks.

My coworker tells me they hate working here.

One of the workers advises we relax a little.

Heck, I join a group in the small break room.

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.

Medical School Work

 

Medical School Work

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I’m in a medical school.

As always, I don’t recall coming to this place.

I think I'm now a custodian working here.

The overalls and trolley are dead giveaways.

I see some familiar faces in this school.

My friend and her fiancé are studying here.

Some parts of the school seem familiar to me.

I do as I’m told and start cleaning the rooms.

It feels something restricts my movements.

I unlock one room to clean it. I open the door.

I am yanked immediately out of the dreamscape.

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.