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.

The Angry Old Man Dies

  

The Angry Old Man Dies

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears; I am sitting in my room.

Of course, I do not find this weird at all.

So I'm listening to an audiobook right now.

An angry elderly man hates everyone.

The neighbourhood avoid this old gent.

Local kids tell tales of this mean old man.

Suddenly, the old man dies on the streets.

Only a precious little child pleads for help.

The audiobook makes me feel quite sad.

It is difficult to move on after the book ends.

I take off the headset 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.

Fishing Challenge X

  

Fishing Challenge X

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears; I am now in my room.

It is not unusual to be in my bedroom.

I don't know what I'm doing right now.

I see I have paused a random video game.

The gameplay is like Stardew Valley.

I don't recall playing this game before.

I resume the game and continue playing.

The game has a good appeal as well.

So I resolve to explore the big planet.

I don't feel like doing the story quest.

I try out the popular fishing mini-game.

However, the game worries me out.

I abandon the game to cool down.

The alarm goes off, 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.