It was one of the longest dream/nightmares I’ve had in a very very long time. It was both scary and not…so I can’t exactly say if it was a dream or nightmare. But I’ll write the whole thing down just in case so I won’t forget and be sad later that I didn’t record the awesomeness. And excuse my run ons and bad grammer…Ill tend to that editing later.

Anyways. The dream started out with a me standing in the driveway with a few friends whom were… Just people I knew I guess. We were talking about some kareokee contest and how we’d plan out our strategy to win or something, when I saw a black trash bag under a nearby bush. It was weirdly inflated but empty except for a foul smell. Rotting flesh and farts…odd combination I know. At the very bottom I found a ziplock bag with a few pills in it. I identified them as Vicodin and some antidepressant with a name of Breniziopan (which to my knowledge doesn’t actually exist). My “friends” and I begin to discuss who could have left the bag and pills behind and we deduced that it was part of some murder evidence.

The dream shifted and the friends left for home and I stepped into the house with the pills. Somehow I felt the urge to eat some frozen food I’d bought the day before and I opened the freezer. Inside I found a dinner called “Vampire Delight” and it was already opened. I took it out and saw some mushy brain material inside instead of normal…food. I smelled it and the stench was that of the bag I’d found earlier and the thought crossed my mind that this was yet another piece of evidence.

I put the dinner back in the freezer and walked to the sink area and turned towards the doorway that led to the living room. From there I heard footsteps and I saw a figure walk towards my room (I was supposed to be the only one home). The thing was human like. A well built man with broad shoulders and dirty hair. But it had ears. Short little doggy ears at the top of it’s head. And a rough beard on it’s face. Basically a werewolf. But with fangs. So…a vampire werewolf?

I saw it walk into my room and start building a bed out of blocks and I wondered why in the world would that be useful. Why wasn’t my bed good enough? I was caught up in my thoughts so much that I didn’t realize the thing had walked to my bedrooms doorway and stood there staring at me. I got scared and somehow found a gun. But the thing beat me to it an pulled out a gun also— a huge long barreled pistol (never seen anyone use one like it in real life,it was huge!)

It came towards me and I screamed that I’d shoot. It didn’t say a word in response just kept coming closer and closer. The two of us ended up outside and I wondered why it hadn’t killed me. I then realized I needed to kill it first and found a random piece of wood on the ground and broke it into two sharp halves. The end I held in my hands resembled a stake and I hoped it would suffice in killing the thing. I jammed the stake square in the things chest and backed it up against the fence, hearing the nasty gurgles it emitted in attempts to breathe…

What was strange is that the thing didnt die. Just stared at me with glazed eyes and laid it’s hand over mine as I held the stake in place. It didn’t want to hurt me I guess? Then the weird part happened: the fence dissapeared and two similar werewolf things came into view rowing a boat. They yelled to me that I hadn’t let their friend live long enough and now they couldn’t collect their bond money for profit.

I didn’t understand but they told me they’d take the thing off my hands and rip the head off for safety since I didn’t look strong enough to do so.

And that’s where it ended. Sounds like even economics visited me in my dreams last night. In a really twisted way…