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>>13183
Well, it wasn't anything like that really. I twas fairly simple, just remarkably bizarre.
You see, in this dream I was walking down a cobblestone street somewhere in London perhaps a hundred or so years ago, alongside a man who was the finest gentleman I've ever had the pleasure of meeting.
This man was a very pleasant chap. He was all smiles, but quite old. Or rather, very old. Uncharacteristically lively for a fellow his age, as well. He was all skin and bones, though. Not even all that much skin to be honest. But his smile had much more life to it than one might expect.
I'll say it plainly. The man was a walking corpse. A decomposing zombie who also happened to be the most gentlemanly fellow I've ever conversed with. He had a fine, expensive looking suit, and walked with one of those fancy canes. The only way he could have been even more of a gentleman is if he was wearing a monocle, and the one reason he wasn't wearing a monocle is most likely because one of his eyes was missing.
Somehow, in my mind, he managed to retain the image of a perfect gentleman even while scratching at the patches of exposed brain sticking through his cracked skull. And that's something very, very few are probably able to pull off.
We talked about many things, he and I. It was a dark and cloudy day and we both commented on how lovely the weather was as neither of us much liked the sun. He asked me what I did last weekend. I told him I couldn't remember. He said that was a shame. His jaw fell off and he had to pick it up and click it back into place.
I'd have invited him to go for a cup of tea, but I felt that if he were to drink anything it likely wouldn't make it down what was left of his throat and would probably ruin his nice suit. We decided to go home shortly after and I walked him back to his place, which was one of those iron-bar dungeons the sort you might expect to find in the basement of a medieval castle. He locked himself in and I went for a stroll around the city some more before waking up wondering to myself what the HELL had just happened there.
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