Vampires
I was in a hospital of some kind, and I was a vampire but was able to hide the features. One of the doctors was half vampire.
They all knew some of us were vampires and they started testing all people’s blood and features. I got away because my fingernails were short and regulars. Three other were caught, because their features were showing, and they were chained to the wall in a place where the sunlight was supposed to be in a few hours.
Those three were somehow able to control my actions. They almost made me wait with them for the sunlight, but I managed to get out of their control and I flew off the window (passing the half vamp mad doctor, an elderly, grey-haired man, chanting madly in a dark room) and flew with supersonic speed very far away, before the dawn.
Then I was an observer of trading something between two persons, in broad daylight, but in an abandoned place, in solitude. Both were scared, one of them started bleeding from her mouth and another one from his eyes, and they noticed they both were vampires and someone had set them up and wanted them dead.
Then I woke up.
Outside reality
In Ireland everything seems to be so… true. In my hometown, and also other towns of my country, I feel either outside the reality, or that I’m real and nothing else is. Here in Dublin Ifeel inside the reality. Everything is more clear, intense and true. Weird.
A dance that was totally wrong
I was on a trip with my friend A and we ended up in some kind of school, where we were supposed to participate in dances and other recreational activities. I remember only that she liked one of the men in staff and I offered to pick him up for her, because she was too shy to do it. He was also in this dancing group.
We were supposed to dance a hanter dro, which is a popular Breton type of dance, and only I knew the steps. They tried to make me dance something else and it was completely out of the beat. And besides, they danced to the right, not to the left; what the hell were they thinking? I’ve no idea.
I was also walking about the school and meeting people, but I don’t remember anything else.
My sleep has been more sound recently and I don’t remember as much as I would like to. It could be that I’m simply tired (I also sleep more than usually), but I have a suspicion that my friend Good Wizard has something to do with it. He’d like me to have a nightmareless, peaceful sleep, so he might have blocked too much. And the eight hour sleep doesn’t give me as much rest as usually, I often need a nap during daytime. Or this might be the recurring lack of serotonin issue, I hope it isn’t, or I’m going to waste another few months.
Trinitrotoluene and school
I was taking out some cash from an ATM in a huge, empty shopping mall at night. I thought I was alone, when a man approached me. I thought he was going to rob me, or watch me enter my PIN number, but no.
Instead, he put an old guitar full of TNT on a floor, and threatened to detonate it.
I panicked. I somehow knew that if he did it, he’d catalize the end of the world. So I started looking for a way to change his mind. I went to ask someone for help. I went to ask my Good Wizard for help! I flied over the mall. I plotted a very complicated plot, which I don’t remember at all. When all of it failed, I started running. Again.
I ended up in an empty school, watching the drawing and painting exhibition. I was in the middle of watching details of a drawing (it was so clear and detailed, I could probably draw it right now), when the school was filled with children. Very ill and very aggressive children, that tried to attack me. So I ran and hid. Again. And I desperately wanted to get out of there.
So I did the only thing I could in this situation: I became invisible. Not one hundred percent, about fifty, but it was enough to stop being attacked. I was halfway through the stairs when the stupid alarm rang.
Running again
The action of this dream took place in my hometown, on an university campus that’s near my parents’ place. There are several dorms there.
One of the dorms was being destroyed. But there weren’t any machines doing that. It was disappearing piece by piece, looking like it was being eaten by a giant invisible monster. Attics of all the dorms were magically connected. The night was greyish-blue, the air was cool, and I saw everything perfectly.
On the roof of the destroyed building there were large stones and rocks, that contained little greyish-coloured opaque gems, that were the main target of the enemy. I was with a group of friends, who weren’t really looking like people. They were sort of looking like living dolls. But they were good and I loved them very much. We were hiding together and they protected me from the enemy, who tried to keep us away from the little gems. They must have had some meaning.
One of my friends, a grey-haired one, found a blueish gem embedded in a rock and he took it. I took a yellowish one, but we couldn’t take any more, because it would help the enemy locate us.
Then we found ourselves in a closed space, surrounded by the enemy (who had apparently found us) and we were supposed to jump into a hole in a floor, and go down through a soft sleeve tunnel to a safe place, where they wouldn’t hurt us. We managed to escape, but one of my friends stayed behind and was killed, while keeping the enemy away from us and letting us escape. We were very sad.
And I woke up.
