Dark And Dank.

I have this nightmare wherein I drive along a lonely dark and dank road.

My heater takes a while to get up to speed so it is dark and dank in my car too.

At last I arrive at a dark dank cavernous vault  full of morose dark dank people.

One of them looks at me with dark dank eyes; my skin creeps and a hellish scream shreds my throat.

“I’m at work!”

  1. Just at line 3 I was thinking “He’s at work” ’cause I drive to the same dank, dark morose place too every day.