Dreamwalker – short story

“Dreamwalker, this note is your next bit of data. Please contact the agency at your convenience. No further information until next transmission. This is broadcast #8277. Do not delete.”

I read it again. And again. And again, just to make sure. Who the hell is Dreamwalker?

“Well, at least it’s not the fisting one again,” I thought out loud.

“What?” my boss, who happened to be walking past my desk at that moment, exclaimed.

“Oh, nothing,” I stammered. “Just clearing my junk folder, sir.”

“Fisting, eh?” A smile formed on his face as he stroked his goatee. “Just make sure you don’t go clicking those links.”

Yeah, like you don’t, I thought. Mid-forties, dangerously overweight, divorced for six years after his wife left him for a trucker named Bob. Yup, his work computer probably had more STD’s than a Hollywood casting couch. “Don’t worry, sir, I won’t,” I assured him.

He nodded and left. Returning to my blog, I reread the cryptic message.

“Dreamwalker, this note is your next bit of data. Please contact the agency at your convenience. No further information until next transmission. This is broadcast #8277. Do not delete.”

I copied the text to a file containing the previous comments of that nature. There were messages for a Mrs Fister (the intended recipient for more than half I’d seen so far), Alex9, Skyking and now this Dreamwalker. All posted under different names but from the same proxy server. And all encouraging the recipient to contact the ‘agency.’ Which agency, I didn’t have a clue.

Yes, I knew they were more than likely just spam comments left by bots, but they still intrigued me. They were certainly different to the usual ones advertising webcam chats with teens models, or trying to sell my Viagra, or offering cheap payday loans. And a part of me got rather excited at the idea of my blog being used for communication by some Soviet spy ring or sleeper cell.

If nothing else, I thought, at least it might give me something to write about.

I’ve had so many of these comments I’m hoping to knit them together into a story and write something based around them.