Wednesday, April 5, 2017

The Grave Robber & the Yellow Man

Dreamt a creepy dream wherein I became a grave robber.


(I may not get paid overtime or receive any medical benefits, but I get to set my own hours and meet plenty of interesting people.)

As is wont to happen with my bad luck, my skullduggery attracted the attention of a man who didn't take kindly to my desecration of the dead. He was tall, bald, gaunt, dressed in a tailored black suit, and had jaundice-yellow skin.


(O hai, Inspiration No. 1.)

He attacked me, I cut off one of his hands. Yellow blood spurted all over me, quickly congealing into a mustard-like consistency.


(O hai, Inspiration No. 2.)

While the dream trailed off there, I was still left with the impression that the Yellow Man -- whoever, whatever he was -- wasn't yet finished with me.

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