Dream

... about virgins and vampires.

Metaphor for good and evil or my sultry taste in alliteration?

Dream

No other sensation than floating in cool water. It feels great, then begins to freeze until I start to burn. Awake.

I dream so frequently (byproduct of a light sleeper's attempt at rest) that I'm used to every dream ending in something terrifying. There are only a few that are nice, but usually it's in a pretty absurd way. Someday I'll recant the catalogue to a dream analyst for the bad news. Let it come later, when I've convinced myself that I've managed peace of mind.

Dream

I'm sitting in a subway car. Sun is pouring in through the windows. We're above ground. I'm reading, but notice something moving on the floor from the corner of my eye. It's a dove. It's injured. I watch it writhing on the floor. It looks like something invisible is choking it. I'm horrified and I try to call out for help but everything is completely silent, including my voice.

The bird dies as I watch. No one notices but me.

Thursday's Dream/Friday's Reprimand

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Thursday, I dreamt it was spring and my head nicely replayed our yearly "river" dipping.

Friday, the vending machine refused to serve me chips, and flashed "Make another selection" instead. I sulked off with granola.

A dream called "Thursday"

I wake up startled in an old farm house, the interior made of beautiful deep-red cedar. Groggy, I walk into the small living room to find four of my friends drunk and dancing around in celebration. One was riding a child's tricycle and one had a noise maker - the kind you only use on New Year's. It's early and as I try to ask what they're doing, I only get laughter. As I look out of the window, I notice the snow storm. It's a blizzard by any standard - at least three feet of snow. 

My friends announce that they're walking to the store for something. I try to stop them but they walk out anyway. They return, I scold them for leaving in dangerous weather, and then they decide they forgot something and need to leave again. This happens a few times. Each time they return, they're drunker. 

Confused, I walk into the kitchen to find a friend's parents making breakfast. I notice another friend at the kitchen table, eating toast and reading the newspaper. (In reality, she lives with her boyfriend.) I ask where he is and she looks up at me, puzzled, and says, "Who?" Just then, a middle-aged man I've never seen before walks into the room, says "Good morning" and kisses her on the cheek. I stare at him, trying to make sense of what's happening, and turn back to my friend, who has morphed into someone else entirely. 

Reeling, I look out into the back yard only to see that it's springtime. The sky is that eerie shade of yellow that is only used for forthcoming spring storms and a loud wind rips through the field. Tornado's coming. In the back of the yard, I notice a person under the lone tree. I run out of the door to warn them about the storm. I'm suddenly barefoot and the wind makes it hard to move. As I get closer, I recognize the boy as another friend. He's sitting cross-legged, reading a book under the tree. I try to yell to him, but the wind is louder than the sound of my voice. I finally get close to him and when I can't get his attention, I snatch the book from his lap. His head snaps up instantly and that's when I see his eyes -  all black in the center. I gasp and look down at the book in my hand. It's blank.