The Bloody Stranger At Dreamcore

One day at a dream shop,
I met a man selling eyes,
For money he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some surmise.

"Got any surmise?" asked I.
"For that's how I'll spend my money."
"No surmise here!" said the guy.
He seemed to find it quite funny.

"We've got some lovely clothes,
I'll give you a very fine price."
"I'd rather have some cocos."
The man blinked rapidly thrice.

The man seemed exceptionally scary,
And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn't what I would call airy,
Great disdain he noticeably oozed.

Like others, he thought I was odd,
Some say I'm a bit bloody.
Still he gave me a courteous nod,
As if he thought I was plenty muddy.

So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the dream shop could I leave,
The man came running full-hearted,
"I can help you I believe."

"Eyes, surmise, you shall find.
Clothes, cocos, you can get.
You must now open your mind,
And get down to Dreamcore Market.

So to Dreamcore Market I decided to go,
In search of the surmise I craved.
The winds it did eerily blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.

There were stalls selling happiness,
Love in many shades.
There were even stalls selling scrappiness
People were scattered from many trades

I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She seemed to be rather bloody
I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady.
I wondered if she was at all muddy.

Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, "For you, I have some surmise!"
I headed towards her, to the south,
Past some clothes and eyes.

"But how did you know?" I asked,
"Do you want them or not?" she did say.
Silently, the surmise she passed.
Then vanished before I could pay.

As I walked away I hard a crackle
Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?