Monday, December 13, 2004

   Once Upon A Dream

I had a very . . . strange dream last night (or this morning, whatever). I was the daughter of Van Helsing and I had to fight vampires and something called The Walker, who was controling the vampires and some people, too, in order to kill me. It starts out with me in a line to go see a movie. Outside the theatre looks like the one in Blanchester, inside it looks like my dad's girlfriend's brother's old house. It wasn't even really a theatre, more like an extremely casual hotel. The vampires have their own entrance and for some reason I go into that one. Anyway, the vampires all go into one room. These two dork guys go into the second, and I take the third all by my lonesome. All of us stay there the entire night. The impression I had was that the vampires were having an orgy and the guys were watching the snow on their TV. Idiots. I was busy doing some kind of weird ballerina stretch or something. Whatever. It was a in-the-dream-but-not moment. All my dreams have those. The next morning, the vampires are after me. I don't have my own car, so I hitch a ride with some dude that happens to be passing so I don't, you know, die. I have no idea what goes on here, but I do know that here is where I get the information about my being Van Helsing's daughter and the vampires and The Walker and all that. For some reason I seem to remember D-sama being the one to tell me all that. I end up at some bank, where an old friend of my dad's works. The guy is like an uncle to me or some such thing. He sits me down in his cubicle thing and tells me that the guy I had gotten a ride with had been under the control of The Walker. People who he has sway over will be red to my eyes. On cue, I look outside and there is some geeky looking guy looking in. He runs off, but not before I notice the small fact that he is RED from HEAD TO TOE. I go running, too. There is an ice cream truck out in the parking lot, so I pull open the door. The idiot inside offers me an ice cream. I push him aside and get in, buckling up and telling the driver to GO, GO, GO! Meanwhile, Mr. Red is trying to get inside the van and I'm trying to beat him down. We get away, though. That's when I woke up. There was another part of the dream that didn't really fit in with the others. Me and some other person were on this ride, kind of like the Scrambler, in an amusement park right across from King's Island. To us, it looked fine and we rode it about three times. Then it turns out that the ride is rusty beyond rusty and all the other people we had seen there never exist, except in our minds. What that has to do with the rest of the dream, I have no idea. And that was my dream. One more thing before I go: it finally snowed a little! YAY! *does happy dance*

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