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Jul 27

A Sign that I should stop napping… maybe…

Yeah so, I woke up around… 1pm (after being up til nearly 6am), I’m sure James tried to wake me when he got home, I was probably mean to him. I’m not the nicest person when woken up… But anyways, so I woke up, came in the office, checked my messages, read a few comics and blogs… And decided I was still too sleepy to actually work…

So, back to bed I carried myself, partly I wanted a good snuggle with James, and partly cause I’m still depressed over leaving on Saturday…

Few mintues of snuggling, and off into dreamland I went… now it gets weird…

One sec while go to grab a pudding cup….

Ok, so, as I was saying…In this dream… it started off in this giant house, or library, or something, lots of books… And I’m wandering around, unknowing to whats “evil” in the place, lots of bodies everywhere, but the sun is shining, so nothing alive…

I come across a room that looks like a library, and I figure, what the hell. And explore the area, then this dude jumps out at me, I dodge him, and he scrambles off somewhere else… Now here is the weird thing about this library… there is a section called “Good”, which did not have that many books, and a section labeled, “Evil”, which had a LOT of books, but was very disorganized… So I poke around at the Evil Books, which I had to scoff at, it had silly things labeled Evil, The Wizard of Earthsea and the Last Unicorn? Come on, classic books… 

I digress…

I have my nose buried in the books, when said crazy guy tries to attack me again, small scuffle ensues, he starts to lose, and gets pissed off… Screams something about now I’ll see true power… I have a chair in my hands as he starts to wolf-out (become a werewolf) He lunges in his new furry-state and I impale him, through the heart. He laughs and says he’ll heal… Now for the weird part… I mumble a word and tap the chair again, and it turns into fucking SILVER… His eyes go wide and he collapses, whispering, “how? how?” over and over… I shrug and say, “Fey, what can I say..” and walk away…

Seriously… wtf am I on? and I havent finished the dream yet… theres more…

As I’m walking away, I notice another room, one, I suspect had been there the whole time, but cause of the weird-ass shadows, hidden… Theres a person in that room, appears wounded, laid out on a bed, total darkness, red curtains line the walls (the only color I see in the whole dream I might add) And he reaches to the nightstand and turns a key/dial/something… and what looks like some shit out of MirrorMask starts expanding around the place, taking away the light…

The corpses everywhere, start to fucking move… vampires… holy shit fuck man…

I run, tossing what I think is fire-sparks of magic at the damn things… Down some stairs, through 3 hallways, down some more stairs… I find a garage, with cars in them… Now this garage looks vaguely familiar, same as the cars…

Its the garage at my grandma’s house, and its the Lincoln and Crown Victoria (both our family cars) sitting in the garage….

There are three women (young) trying to back the Lincoln out of the garage, and MY buick , my Izumi, sitting directly behind the Lincoln, blocking them in…

I shout at them, and the looks on their faces told me, vampires crossed with fey. How I know this, I havent a clue… But these were good guys, and sisters by the looks of it…

They rush towards me, babbling about the Shadowman in the Red Room, and the corpses they didnt mean to burn… I say its alright and ask them where they are going, “Alberta” They say… But why?

“No evil vampires… this place is doomed to fall…”

Well… thats something for an answer… the apparent home I grew up in is going to fall, and safety is in Alberta… o.0

So… grab the keys to the buick, and gods did it feel good to drive that car again, even if it was a dream… And we head to Alberta…

The last thing I remember is seeing the house crumble and fall to ash…

I’m sure its just my subconscience being paranoid about going back to Texas… but did it have to beat me over the head in that way? That was fucking tripping, and its never good to wake up and expect to be attacked by werewolves… Especially when you jerk and nearly elbow your husband in the face AND knee him in the balls… -_-

Anyone else have any thoughts on my fucked up dream?

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