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I had a very strange dream last night. I was at a ski-club... thing -- on top of a snowy mountain. For some reason I was wearing a zentai suit with light blue-ish zebra print stripes and big, floppy ears on the top. Then Matt Smith invaded the club, proclaiming that he was looking for Clara Oswald, wanted to murder some aliens, and was going to rustle some cattle.
Then one of the guests revealed himself to be Slenderman, but he actually looked more like The Gentlemen from Buffy the vampire, but who in the dream was thought of as slenderman. He talked and had a voice as well, and taunted Matt Smith. Turns out slenderman's voice sounds a lot like Graham Norton. He the pulled an external hardrive connected to a microphone out of nowhere and held it to matt smith's face and asked him what he was going to do. He responded like a creepy pedo "Now we're all going to have FUUUUUUU-UUUUUN!!"
Then the dream ended with the most bizzare meta thing ever. I was writing about the dream on the internet just like I'm doing now, and ended it by typing the weirdest thing ever - "This was the reason why Princess Diana was killed" ....what my bizzare-as-fuck dream has to do with the Princess of Whales and how it actually lead to her being killed I don't know. But to make the meta complete I'm now going to say...
THIS IS THE REASON WHY PRINCESS DIANA WAS KILLED
Then one of the guests revealed himself to be Slenderman, but he actually looked more like The Gentlemen from Buffy the vampire, but who in the dream was thought of as slenderman. He talked and had a voice as well, and taunted Matt Smith. Turns out slenderman's voice sounds a lot like Graham Norton. He the pulled an external hardrive connected to a microphone out of nowhere and held it to matt smith's face and asked him what he was going to do. He responded like a creepy pedo "Now we're all going to have FUUUUUUU-UUUUUN!!"
Then the dream ended with the most bizzare meta thing ever. I was writing about the dream on the internet just like I'm doing now, and ended it by typing the weirdest thing ever - "This was the reason why Princess Diana was killed" ....what my bizzare-as-fuck dream has to do with the Princess of Whales and how it actually lead to her being killed I don't know. But to make the meta complete I'm now going to say...
THIS IS THE REASON WHY PRINCESS DIANA WAS KILLED
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Santa, Baby...
"Do I really have to do this?" Whined a voice from behind the closed bathroom door.
"Aw c'mon babe, you'll look so cute!" Replied the slim young man leaning against the wall beside the door frame.
"But it's just so...y'know...big." The voice retorted, slightly muffled and seemingly struggling with something.
"And? So are you! Now get out here and lemme see your new outfit!"
"Fine. But if you laugh, I'm using your treadmill!" The door opened with the delivery of the threat, revealing Bradley.
In the year since they had first got together at Alex's Halloween party, Bradley had only gotten bigger. Weighing in at 370 pounds that first night,
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CYVOL: JENNE: SIT IN CHAIR.
You sit backwards on the chair for a while, but that got to be too much and you went back to laying down. You feel tired and overwhelmed and the intense contractions, and start to moan along with them.
You end up humming along with music, sitting upright in bed and handling each pain as it comes. You soon feel a movement and a downwards pressure that seems to open up something near your bottom. Another contraction with this makes you realize that you're starting to push.
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Unborn Closeness
To my Unborn Child,
I will always love you as sure as sunrise. Even when my hormones drop back to livable conditions will my thoughts be filled with the closest of hugs we share, will my eyes tear up at the thought of you not connected to me. You should know all this, because the only way I can see my life is in the light of you, and this moment.
In the next few hours, something terrible is going to happen. I am going to let you go. And you, my dear sweet you, shall never be a rosy cheeked, giddy child, but instead my little angel. Your first shoes, I bought you, will be sold to Goodwill, never worn. And throughout all this there won’
A really weird dream that I'm sharing with all of you....
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