Based on a dream of mine, I created this story mainly for the fun of it, with a bit of a unique writing style which I like to think of as a "write the way you talk" style. If you like cloaked figures named Bob who may or may not be vampires, and six foot tall purple pigeons that drive buses and make incredibly random animal sounds, this is the story for you.
Ah, hello there. You! Yes, you, the one reading this. Who else would I be talking to? Or…writing to? Or would I be reading? Hmm… Well, that’s not important right now. What is important is… Well, it’s not really that important but whatever. You wanna take a tour through one of my weirdest dreams ever?
If your reading this paragraph, that probably means you do. At least I hope that’s what it means. So anyway, our first stop, of course, would be the very beginning of the dream, sometime after I had fallen asleep.
So anyway, now, being in the dreamworld, I suddenly find myself wearing a red velvet dress which is odd considering I rarely wear dresses. At least not as a casual thing anyway. Maybe for a special occasion or something, but I don’t go to school dances or anything like that… Plus I like purple. It’s way better than red. But alas, I am wearing a red velvet dress. Not a purple one. But that’s not the oddest thing. If you look around, you’ll find that we are standing on a sidewalk of a street that seems to make up a small town. And it’s nighttime. And all of the houses are deserted. Oh, and look! The moon is purple! Yep, this is my dream alright.
Oh, if you look to your right, you’ll notice there’s a dark figure coming up to us. I wonder who it is? Oh… Oh wait. I think… Oh yeah, I remember now.
Mysterious Figure: “Ah, hello young mistress. I see you’ve returned with a friend this time.”
Hey, look here buddy, I’m only here again for the money. I wouldn’t be doing this tour if I weren’t getting paid… Of course, this is a dream so I’m not getting paid in the real world. But hey, a girl can dream can’t she? Oh, and you… Um… What’s your name? Ah, forget I’m just gonna call you Quiggles. “Why?” Well… Because it’s my dream. And you, shadowy figure dude. You’re name shall be Bob.
Ex-Mysterious-Figure/Bob: “Hey, that’s not my name!”
…Do you wanna be Flufferdoodle?
Ex-Mysterious-Figure/Bob: “I like Bob.”
Good. So Quiggles, Bob, let’s go. We got a tour bus to catch. By the way Bob, weren’t you here for something?
Bob: “Huh? Oh, right. I vant to suck your blood!”
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