Dreams can become the oddest inspirations. The following hold the possibility for future stories, or even comics. Just don't ask me how they looked, about half an hour after I dream't them, I lose the picture but instead carry the story with me instead. (The only difference is the one with the vampire one.)
One
night, sometime ago (it was in the early summer of 2012), I dreamed that I was
in a great big room. The room was huge; a giant rectangle that had a ratio of
about 1:3, and the longest side was probably around 100 feet long. Three sides
of that room were white, and the fourth side was made entirely of glass. It was
the fourth wall that my entire and thorough attention was on. In the middle of
that wall, was a door, and coming through that door was a strange parade that
consisted of vampire clowns and laundry baskets.
Let me repeat, I have absolutely no idea why I dream't this, but this is what I remember. Maybe people arguing over the supposed fact that clowns are supposed to be terrrifying, and my family's laundry keeps piling up (I don't even know how laundry baskets where vampires. . .).
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