Bob in My Dream
Bob in My Dream
Bob in My Dream by Nevuela
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This is how Bob appeared in a dream I once had.
In my dream I was Lisa Simpson, and long story short, I had acquired a scoop of vanilla ice cream and was holding it in my bare hand. Suddenly Bob comes along wearing shabby, mismatched clothes and carrying a television camera on his shoulder. He doesn't notice me at all as he stops and kneels down to film something from around the corner of a brick building. I decide to play a little prank on him, one I knew Bart would be proud of were he there at that moment.
I ran up behind Bob, pulled back the waistband of his pants, and dropped the ice cream inside. Then I jumped back to a safe distance, fully expecting him to jolt and shriek from the sudden cold shock. Instead he just lowered his camera and calmly turned around to give me this look. It was the kind of look that seemed to say "Ice cream down my pants? Ha-ha! How very droll. And now I will kill you."
As he slowly stood up and approached me, I backed away in terror, wondering how it was possible that the coldness of the ice cream had had no effect on him. Then I woke up. Kinda wished I'd finished the dream first, though, even if it meant getting "killed" by Sideshow Bob. As long as it isn't Freddy Krueger killing me in my dream, I wouldn't mind!
In my dream I was Lisa Simpson, and long story short, I had acquired a scoop of vanilla ice cream and was holding it in my bare hand. Suddenly Bob comes along wearing shabby, mismatched clothes and carrying a television camera on his shoulder. He doesn't notice me at all as he stops and kneels down to film something from around the corner of a brick building. I decide to play a little prank on him, one I knew Bart would be proud of were he there at that moment.
I ran up behind Bob, pulled back the waistband of his pants, and dropped the ice cream inside. Then I jumped back to a safe distance, fully expecting him to jolt and shriek from the sudden cold shock. Instead he just lowered his camera and calmly turned around to give me this look. It was the kind of look that seemed to say "Ice cream down my pants? Ha-ha! How very droll. And now I will kill you."
As he slowly stood up and approached me, I backed away in terror, wondering how it was possible that the coldness of the ice cream had had no effect on him. Then I woke up. Kinda wished I'd finished the dream first, though, even if it meant getting "killed" by Sideshow Bob. As long as it isn't Freddy Krueger killing me in my dream, I wouldn't mind!
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