I Have a Dream

One day, Bob met an old haggard, with a blue hat with bullet holes, wiping his brow with a handkerchief stained with blood, his blue coat is also full of bullet holes and stained with blood and an expression of weariness in his terrible face. This man, Bob discovered, was the American dream and who had been in the operation of another man named Christian Nightmare, wearing a pointy white hood and was riding was full of oil.

The American dream asked Bob to help him hide from her stalker who had been pursuing for centuries, and would soon be up and throw him to the vultures. Bob agreed to help the American dream and so orderly retreated and suggested Bob merely put it in Bob's pocket for the duration of time that the nightmare was Christian Bob questioning on the whereabouts of the American dream.

As soon as Bob put the American dream in his pocket that nightmare became Christian and began to spit and foam at the mouth when ordering Bob in the name of all things sacred to kneel before the superior power of blind faith and absurd ideas about information centered around a larger universe of naked people in northern Africa or the Middle East, European strangely named. Bob decided to go one step further than the American dream had called and shot the Nightmare of Christianity in the room for the American dream can be free to enjoy the world at a slower pace.

Author's Note

According to my perceptions, Americans have always had a universal dream ranging from marriage to freedom, and of course, money. Some Americans pursue them more diligently than others, while the others just sit and dream. Holy matrimony, through the thick and thin, in sickness and in health; it seems most all ...