Dream Journal

Context: This is after Chrissie and I broke up and I went to college.

Excellent Dream: begins with me visiting home. I’m walking along Hwy 65, and I see Chrissie. She sees me, too. I avoid the really treacherous crosswalk and catch up with her. We begin talking. She tells me she’s playing guitar now and writing cartoons. She shows me. Though slightly juvenile, the cartoons are an improvement. We end up at this house. Inside, we continue to talk. Suddenly she jumps on me and starts kissing me. Then it is as if a narrator appears and says “A spirit took over his body and forced him onwards. He resisted, his face turning red as a tomato, but the spirit was strong. . . . ” I wrenched free from the spirit’s clutches and held Chrissie back, saying “No, this is not right. This isn’t what I want.” Chrissie pleads “Why?” and trying to cover up my true feelings, I say “It would really complicate everything.”

Suddenly a voice booms something to the effect of “Who’s been in my house?!” The scene changes slightly. Chrissie is laying on this bed with this long flowing dress. There is another girl in another long flowing dress on the other side of the room. These two partially transparent shadow-men appear and say “Who’s virginity has he stolen?” They check this vial of pink liquid by each girl’s bed. One man takes off the lid and I know that if the stuff floats out into the air and glows brightly, they are still virgins. It does for both of them and the ghost-man throws me an approving grin. Then he goes into another room where lie four more girls in similar dresses with similar vials. He checks them all. All still virgins. The shadow-men disappear. I look at the girls. One of them is Bethany! I know that they are all the princesses I must choose from. Chrissie comes up to me and asks me to go away with her. Before I can answer, a voice booms out “No! Can you not see? You are not the one he wants!” She begins to ask “Who is the one?” Then all the girls are sitting on this big plush bed with drapes.

The scene changes. It’s nighttime, and there’s a thunderstorm going on. There is a knock on the door of the house. It is a strange man, some kind of butler. He attempts some strategy to gain entrance, but fails. He retreats back out to the sidewalk and consults with his female companion. He explains that he must enter and they can’t stop him because — he rips the skin easily off his face — he is a vampire! He explains his only weaknesses are 1) the spin off in the void (???) 2) I don’t recall, and 3) I forget. He yells something like “Is it time?!” and grabs his companion by the hair, pulling as hard as he can against her head till she faints, at which point she becomes a demon, and the skin off her head rips naturally off. She cackles and screams “Yes!” The vampire king clenches his fist and arm and a mob of evil creatures fades into existence from the darkness behind him at the front gate.

They charge at the front door, smash it down, and attack. The inhabitants of the house come to life, crawling out of every corner. The house’s leader, a black-plated demon riding upon a dragon made of bones, sits idly amidst the war surrounding him. Only his head and neck are visible (the rest of him is in another dimension). The front doors burst open again, this time revealing a horizon and sky of red, flaming clouds/smoke without land anywhere. The house demons are winning by hurtling the members of the invading force that they can capture out into the void, watching them fall, screaming, and then explode in a burst of light. The dragon-lord talks calmly to the invasion leader, about tactics and such, noting that he is winning quite easily. The dragon-lord gets up and walks calmly around the corner, but peers into the garage and sees some invading guys doing some electrical work on something. His eyes widen and he lunges into the garage yelling “no!” He stops in the middle just as a dimensional gate opens and the room changes to that of Dracula’s! Dracula stands smugly in the center. I wake up. Damn!