Epic Dreaming Of Vampires, Werewolves, And Vikings.

As per usual, I had a vivid and epic dream with an intricate storyline. This one however did not include a celebrity cameo. It was about vampires and other paranormal creatures. Mostly vampires.

With most dreams, they come back to you in waking hours little by little. Sometime in just emotions that shroud you in the ambient haze of the dream itself. That is what today’s dream did. As I go about my day... er... night, the details descend upon me like long forgotten memories.

The first thing I recall from the dream is being surrounded by fire in a large storage building. There were people running around confused, I saw men pointing the way to the exits. I ran the opposite direction, into the fire. I knew there were people inside that needed to be saved. I arrived at the epicenter of the flames and there sitting on a row of wooden crates were about five vampires, trapped by the fire. I used all of my strength to carry them all out at once.

Once out in the open, in a thickly wooded area, the vampires surrounded me. More than five now. They circled me, sniffing and smiling. I stood there covered in soot ready to be made into a meal. But that did not happen. A well dressed vampire with long dark hair reached for my hand and began wiping the soot from my skin with his lacy handkerchief. He told me I needed to go back into the burning building to save the precious pieces of artwork. That art was the only thing that kept the human race tolerable. So I ran into the building engulfed in fire and brought out the wooden crates the vampires were guarding. Inside were paintings and marble sculptures all with a carnal theme. All depicting vampires in the thrall of sexual conquest over a mortal woman.

The dark haired vampire told me that I was an enemy of their race. I began to change into a wolf in response to his taunt. He sniffed me again and said to me, “There is fae inside this wolf.” I ran into the woods and found myself on the edge of a cliff. Where I jumped into the churning waters below. I swam to an island and was again met by vampires. The dark haired one paced in front of me waiting for me to change again. I didn’t. He offered me a position within the high council of vampires as a high priestess. I would become a coveted oracle among the undead. They would bring children to me as offerings. I would put the children into my room and hide them inside a room with golden walls. They would write down their dreams and tell me about their imaginary friends. And I would care for them and make talismans against their fear.

The vampires would fight over who would bring me the most sexual pleasure. All lined up at my door for the chance to bed me. They would grow stronger on my blood. It became addictive like a drug. One told me that the fire was intentionally set by the vampires to entice me into their council. They needed a seer and wanted to drink my blood. I was furious and began to seek out the dark haired vampire.

When I found him I was so entranced with him that I didn’t kill him. Instead I had sex with him in the middle of the forest as a wolf. Then the wolf/fae hybrid I was drank his blood. He gave me the gift of shape shifting into mist. He and I became the king and queen of the vampire council. He was my exclusive lover from that point on. I learned to use magic and began using it to find magical pieces of art. We then opened a temple where those pieces of art were used by mortal magicians in order to take down the corrupt human system of government. Our plan was to replace it with an old Norse drinking hall. And all decisions made on behalf of the governments of the human race would be made by representatives from ancient gods.

The fae folk found out I was in league with vampires and demanded a place at the government hall.

And it was about then that I awoke. Feeling very emotional and drained. Somewhere in this dream is a story that I must write. And write it I shall, but not until I finish the million I have already started.

I have no desire to analyze this dream as it was too entertaining to break down into the fucked up nature of my being. I’m sure there is a therapy session waiting for this one. But for now, it is just an amazing story.