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.

Time Warp Hotel

  

Time Warp Hotel

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I’m in a big hotel.

I don’t recall coming to this place.

The hotel seems quite extravagant.

I check my pockets and locate my key.

I go back to my room to have a lie down.

It feels as if time is warping and shifting.

The hotel appears much older than it was.

Many of the customers wear old clothing.

The folks surrounding me are perplexed.

I go down to the lobby to get some answers.

The hotel is normal. I’m back in my time.

I leave the hotel, 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.

Soap Haul

 

Soap Haul

By Craig Wilson

The smoke clears. I am inside my house.
It is not odd to be in my home right now.
I need to go downstairs to have a drink.
Sadly, I struggle to get to the kitchen.
There are piles of boxes everywhere.
It's difficult to navigate through the house.
I see there are soap bars in the packaging.
Who the heck purchased so much soap?
I choose to remove one box at a time.
The task almost seems never-ending.
To my dismay, the soap reappears.
Something feels quite wrong here.
My 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.

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.