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A stake through the chest woke me up this morning. Too much Buffy the Vampire Slayer maybe? Generally, I wouldn't give much pause to last night's dream and probably would have forgotten about it by now if it weren't for the fact that I've actually "seen" this theatrical play of the mind before. Or at least something a lot like it.
I don't do recurring dreams, so I'm a little surprised that my first involves vampires AND zombies. (Maybe I shouldn't be admitting this...) While today's early-morning plotline doesn't quite match up with that of a dream I had a few weeks ago, the thematic is exactly the same. After seeing the movie Underworld, a Matrix-esque "Living Dead" film about the centuries-long struggle between Vampires and Lycans (Werewolves), I had what I'd consider to be a fairly logical dream: My brain dropped the werewolvian aspect and created a super-unhuman race out of Vampires and Zombies. (Again, should I be admitting this?) Now, three weeks later, I don't exactly recall the further details of the "story."
Last night's (or, rather, this morning's) dream is also rapidly pulling itself back into the obfuscating folds of mental mist, and about all I recall is this: My sister figured in the dream prominently (I've spoken to her recently and she'll be visiting today) and the two of us had assumed roles of Vampire-Zombie hunters, searching darkly atmosphereic streets for the same unholy, undead chimeras from my Underworld-inspired dream. At some point, I fall victim to one of the bad guys (who cheerily gnaws on me a while first) and quickly swap bloodlines and alliances. Steff catches up to me, we have a fight reminiscent of those we had as pre-teens, and I wake up just before the pointy end of a stake goes through my rubcage.
Anyone got the number of a good psychiatrist?
I don't do recurring dreams, so I'm a little surprised that my first involves vampires AND zombies. (Maybe I shouldn't be admitting this...) While today's early-morning plotline doesn't quite match up with that of a dream I had a few weeks ago, the thematic is exactly the same. After seeing the movie Underworld, a Matrix-esque "Living Dead" film about the centuries-long struggle between Vampires and Lycans (Werewolves), I had what I'd consider to be a fairly logical dream: My brain dropped the werewolvian aspect and created a super-unhuman race out of Vampires and Zombies. (Again, should I be admitting this?) Now, three weeks later, I don't exactly recall the further details of the "story."
Last night's (or, rather, this morning's) dream is also rapidly pulling itself back into the obfuscating folds of mental mist, and about all I recall is this: My sister figured in the dream prominently (I've spoken to her recently and she'll be visiting today) and the two of us had assumed roles of Vampire-Zombie hunters, searching darkly atmosphereic streets for the same unholy, undead chimeras from my Underworld-inspired dream. At some point, I fall victim to one of the bad guys (who cheerily gnaws on me a while first) and quickly swap bloodlines and alliances. Steff catches up to me, we have a fight reminiscent of those we had as pre-teens, and I wake up just before the pointy end of a stake goes through my rubcage.
Anyone got the number of a good psychiatrist?
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