Misterdoe's Fiction

I first wrote this back in 1999 or 2000, the very first story I wrote and posted online. It was basically a stream-of-consciousness thing, written as it came to me, so there is little continuity as you go along in the story. There is a condensed version, based much more closely on the dream that [...]

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My lunch hour had finally come, and I had no idea what to do about lunch. So I decided to do what I often wind up doing: I’d just wander around from place to place until something caught my eye.
Of course, at lunchtime in White Plains on a workday, much more than food is likely [...]

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In yet another dream, I was relaxing in an easy chair watching television when someone from the next room (I don’t know who; in my dreams there always seems to be at least one phantom family member I can’t identify) yells out, “Look out, here she comes!” Right after that, I see him flip through [...]

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Not long after the runaway-van dream, I had a daydream triggered by a guilty conscience that went like this: I had an on-and-off relationship with this girl I’ll call Lisa. Once when I went to visit her, knowing she was angry with me over some stupid thing I had done, I parked my car in [...]

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I used to drive a paratransit van, and I worked odd hours that made me feel like the job was taking over my life. One night I dreamed that while I was at work, I parked the van on a two-lane one-way street to get something from the store, and for some reason I left the keys in the ignition of the van.

When I came out of the store, I heard the van’s engine starting and got scared, knowing that if anyone saw the keys in the ignition and got in I’d have no defense if they took the van. I could see from where I was standing, though, that there was no one in the driver’s seat!

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