I was on the front porch of my house in the dream (not this house, just one I made up in the dream), talking to Harvey Fierstein about how a writer had written books about me fighting vampires and it was true and he and his significant other needed to move to someplace remote where they could hide from the vampires. He wasn't wanting to leave and was all insulted that I didn't think he could help me. Then his SO arrived and agreed with me.
Other people started showing up, including a famous vampire hunter who didn't seem to be anything but old and useless, my father in the dream (much younger than my real dad, and a musician) and a female vampire who was not so much on our side as more against the bad guys. She brought a ghoul and a beastie with her, and said that the vampires knew where I was and I had until sunset to get out of the house and hide my tracks so I could keep fighting her.
The vampire hunter showed her that her "ghoul" was just an animated mattress (twin-size, presumably) wearing clothes and I wanted to see it sit down. Then my dream-father turned out to have been changed to a bad vampire, and he turned my dream-dog, and a bunch of friends who had shown up had to kill them both. My dream-father had me by the throat when the vampire woman's beastie changed its allegiance to me and bit my dream-dad, who, btw, said he turned my dog because he had to because he was a guitar player.
MaryMargrt saved a little computer disc which had all kinds of information on it from my dream-dog before he could take it to the bad vampires. My friends helped me get my stuff out of the house and were going to set it on fire when I was out, but it was getting closer and closer to sunset and I kept trying to save books. I was arguing with Mallie, who'd redone my bedroom to look like a teenager's, that I needed to take "grown-up books" out of the room so it would be realistic. I woke up as she was pulling me out of the room because someone had set the house on fire.
My first thought on waking up...
"Why was I putting books in boxes when I could have just chucked them out the window?"
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"You may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of an underdone potato. There’s more of gravy than grave about you, ..."
*applause* to you for remembering that quote so perfectly and in such a timely fashion! Well done, Ms. Zayrina!
*mumbles something about the marvels of google and the copy/paste feature*
Oh and when do you plan to update your blog?
Update in what sense? I've been posting!
At least I'm handy for redecorating and fire rescue :D
I wonder which of your bath products produces those kinds of dreams?
It was more likely overindulgence in home-fries, bacon, and scrambled eggs at the park yesterday morning.
*blink* Oooooookay.
I stand in awe of your imagination, Jammies. That was something else. ;)
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