Virtual Arcade

The fairground was a fun place, if you were ten years old which meant I had grown out of it by 7 years when my family decided to go to the nearest one. There was everything you expected to be in a fairground of medium size; a large red Ferris wheel that my mum refused to go one because of the heights it climbed up to, a bumper kart circle that appealed to me a bit but after a few goes it was boring again, a merry go round that all the kids were going to, and of course the obligatory donut van that was far too expensive for our meagre wallets. So I was easily bored by the first hour, of course my mum and dad and my sister were playing along nicely I just went around aimlessly trying to find something to do. Which I did.


It was tucked into a clever little alley that no one would notice unless they were actually searching for it, or they had dumb luck. I didn’t really know which camp I was in but it didn’t really matter, I had found this curious place on my own when my parents always told me I had a rubbish finding ability. It was a small arcade like you get in seaside towns when you are going to the beach, they are usually dilapidated buildings with a depressing amount of games and staff that don’t really care anymore. But this one was a little bit different. It had soul. So I went inside to see what kind of games it would have to spend my afternoon, would it be what I thought it was or just another disappointment in this day?


When I went in there it looked small, it was very dingy so it didn’t seem at all appealing, there were only about 2 games on offer so I thought that this is not what I wanted and was about to walk out of the door. Then something strange happened. I had already gathered that no one was there from what I could see but in loudspeakers someone was booming “The next technology to blow your mind and suck you in, these games will give you an experience of a lifetime.” This got me very curious so i decided, what the heck why not spend a few hours playing these games It would be better than the other rides in this fairground. I went other to the first game; it was a simple get out of the maze game, but what was curious was that it had no controls that I could see only a big red button that said ‘START’.


So I put in my 10p and pressed the big red button. Nothing Happened. I pressed it again. Still Nothing. I kicked it a bit and again, nothing was coming up on the screen or anything. So I thought that this was another disappointment and it nicked my 10p so I decided to walk off, then something that I would have never expected would happen in a simple video arcade. I found myself looking in front of a brown wall that looked uncannily like the wall that was on the screen just a few seconds ago. When I turned around to look behind me I saw a pane of glass and through it the arcade i had just left. I must have been sucked into the game. This was beyond my wildest dreams.


So I decided to play the game for awhile, it was a lot harder then it looked on the screen because it is a lot harder when everything is 3D. I came to many dead ends and veering paths that i did not know if I should take or not, sometimes I took them, sometimes not. It was fun at first and then it got tiring, left, right, dead end, go back. Also the donuts that I eat were fading away and I was starting to feel hungry and so I quickened my pace, of course this sent me to more dead ends and I was getting worried because it was getting late and my parents wanted to get home by 4pm. By my watch it was already 2pm and I didn’t know how long this maze would take me.


Things started to become scarier, the walls had not changed one bit, but I could feel an evil presence. The walls, in my imagination, got bigger and the air was going down. I was nearly suffocating. I just wanted to get out of there, I ran and ran, I even cried a little. Not something I had done for many years. This brought me back to many memories where I thought I had lost my mother in a strange area which I didn’t know. Like then I just wanted my mother’s embrace to make it feel all better. Thinking about my mother was kept me going, and not just curling in a ball to die of starvation.


Finally, after what felt an eternity, the walls came down and my breathing went back to normal. I knew I was getting nearer to the exit so I rushed forwards, knowing that it was my mother that saved me from the evil game. The I found the door and opened it and breathed the first breath of fresh air, it was like i had never felt the air in all my life and just got reacquainted with it. My family were outside; they did not look worried, which puzzled me a bit; I just had to fight with my life through a terrifying maze. Then I turned around and my face instantly flashed into anger and embarrassment. The sign on the wall said “The Maze of Eternity, Not suitable for Over 5s.”

The Lovers Orc

Okay this is my first Dream Story.

The Lovers Orc

I was a warrior for the kingdom; I went around the place defeating the nasty monsters that needed killing for the safety of the land. In the morning I would kit myself up in the armour the befitted a man of my job, in truth it was something my wife nicked from the knights armoury pretending to be a prostitute for one of the head knights. Of course it didn’t go further than that, or so my wife says, and I believe her just as I believed her the hundred other times that she has said the same thing. All different men I have found in the house when I have come home early, I trust my wife completely and she loves me dearly even though we have the occasional row and i get thrown out of my own house. Usually someone different comes in then, but I don’t think they have replaced me; they are just there for moral comfort.

Each morning I also put the axes on in my Holts and get a kiss from my wife, though not always as sometimes she is angry that I was so lacklustre in the bedroom on the previous night so she can’t stand the look of me. I go out in the wild wilderness of the land I called home and defeated any monsters I could that were threatening the villages nearby, I didn’t usually get thanked for my work as everyone kept saying that the orcs were alright now a days and that I was raving lunatic axe wielding maniac that needed chopping. I kept on doing it for the love of the job, and if I didn’t who else would do it? The knights had certainly stopped, and I believe that the townsfolk were only saying what they said because they were under duress from the orcs.

This all happened like clockwork every day for the past five years, I was happy with my lot. A beautiful wife that loved me dearly, a job that I loved and protected the world, and food in my belly, what more could a man ask for? Well that all came tumbling down when one day I went hunting I met an Orc woman, which I fell madly in love with. I don’t know why I fell in love with her, she didn’t seem any different from the many other orcs that I saw maybe I was going insane like the man in the village said I had. But I didn’t really care in that moment I just wanted the fine specimen or Orc kind to be in my bed and with me forever. Things didn’t start off great as she recognised me as a killer of her kind and ran away from me, but when I put down the axes and ran towards her and explained my love to her it kind of went up a bit.

At first it started off slowly with me talking, I didn’t know what to talk about at first because i didn’t really want to talk about my daily hunting of her kind and my enjoyment of them. But we came upon something we both liked in the end, Art. We talked lots about art and then one day we ended it with a kiss, I had been waiting for that moment for so long and it didn’t disappoint me. It was so wonderful that i didn’t want it to end, but it eventually did and when I came back I was dancing in the air. And I didn’t mind that the next morning my wife didn’t give me a kiss on the lips. I loved every meeting after that until the inevitable meeting, the one where I had to take her to my bed.

She had been wanting it for awhile now and i always distracted her mind with beautiful pieces of art i saw that day, they were of course imaginary and came straight off the top of my head. But this time I could not distract her with these great paintings and her sex drive was enough that if she didn’t have it she would explode, of course I had a wife which I dearly loved did I want to sully my marriage for this Orc which i had spent my life fighting, or did I want to have a new relationship and talk about art all day? This was the conundrum I felt at that day and I chose the Orc, but I wonder if there is another reality where I chose things differently, it would probably pretty much the same just with a different species. As it is, I wake up every day do not get a kiss from my Orc wife because of my lacklustre skill in the bedroom and go out hunting humans. My life is perfect.

What this blog is all about

Hello and welcome to my blog, you may be wondering what the name is about am I here to recount my dreams to strangers on the internet? Kind of, actually as the title suggests i use my dreams to create short stories so I write everyday. This could be anything, as my dreams are from normal to bizzare, sure its 60 my dream and 40% my imagination but i feel this is a great way to get my creative juices flowing and actually start writing.