She was the girl of my dreams.
Every time I’d go to sleep, I’d dream of her.
Adventure.
Romance.
Excitement.
I’d rescue her from all kinds of dangerous predicaments.
Then. when I woke up, she was gone.
“I’ve got to find her,” I said.
So, I looked. Everywhere.
I spent all I had on detectives to search the world for her.
When I found her, she attacked me with a knife.
“Why?” I groaned. “Why did you attack me?”
“You,” she said. “You’re the man from all my nightmares. Whenever you appear, bad always happens.”
And she stabbed me again.
2 thoughts on “The Girl Of My Dreams”
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dreams, nightmares, same thing. good story!
I always thought eventually Lois Lane would stop being happy to see Superman and instead try to stay as far away from him as possible for her own personal safety. Agreed, good story!