"John slowly slipped into a strange dream. A guy with a blue shirt on, and cat ears appeared in front of John and suddenly cut off two of his four hands with a clever, being held by his long skinny black tail. The crazed four armed bleeding man kept repeating "It's all fun and games....until it's a scavenger hunt." Over and over as if he was stuck on some kind of a loop. The man gave John a cheshire grin and swung the clever at John and before the knife hit John the guy disappeared. John stood in the black of his dream and heard laughing. John walked, his footsteps echoing through the darkness till he came up to a girl. She was laughing and moving her head back and forth as if she were looking something. “Hey” John said, about to put his hand on her shoulder when she turned around. John jumped back and had to stop himself from screaming. The girl had no face. The girl raised her hand to show there was a mouth in her palm and laughed. “You could be described as a
jumping bean. Don’t be scared little bean I’m searching the great white rabbit for once I find him I shall get a wish.” The girl’s voice sounded very cheery but it was also and flat and chillingly cold. John nodded and ran his fingers through his head. “Good luck, look out for the bleeding clever dude.” John replied trying to process what he was witnessing. “Cheshire is a cruel old cat. I’d be weary little bean, Cat’s like mice you know. It’s the hatter who will have your head.” The girl broke out into laughter again and disappeared into thin air, leaving John thoroughly confused. “I’m stuck in an even more demented version of Alice in wonderland than the original.” John said to himself as the smell of tea drifted through the air and a strange sound followed it. It was like someone was repetitively dropping a top hat on the floor and picking it up and dropping it again. Unbeknownst to John a shadow figure came up behind him. The sound stopped and John turned around to see a dormouse riding a giant hat with maniacal yellow eyes and dripping red fangs. “What the fu….” Before John could complete his sentence he was eaten by the top hat and woke up in a cold sweat. The book fell off his face and he sat there glaring at the cover. “Lewis Carroll that is the last time I’m letting any of your books anywhere near me when I sleep.” John groaned staring up at the blazing sun."
- previous dream sequence is copyrighted by Cori Marsh
The Fable of Life is copy and paste
If I find anyone stole this from me I will go medieval on your ass and get the boiling hot tar!
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