This is meant as a general log of a dream I had during the night, and it is the end of which has most significance to me.

NOTICE: My memory is still fragmented, so I will simply input *MEMORY BLANK* wherever applicable.

First part, I was at an evening house party. Everything was going fine, then "Uncle Louis" (friend of my father) shows up. Everythings cool. Then, his son takes scissors and cuts open my sleeve. I say, "Hey! Thats leather!! You have any idea how hard it is to repair that?!" Louis just looked at me with a "it's no big deal" look. I know it wasn't a big deal in the super ambivalent sense of spirit, but hey, as above so below, so I choose to love my jacket! (it makes me look Fonzish anyways *pops collar* "eeey.....")

Anyhow, so Louis, acting offended by my reaction gets up and leaves. I walk after him out the house, it's very early twilight of some sort; early dusk or early dawn. Don't remember. But, the yard was crowded, and walking on the curb, a large group of gay men were shouting down the street. Now mind you, these arent the ones of simply sexual orientation, these are what I give the term "GlamFags," (My belief that they try to fit the society stereotype of gay to make them feel more secure of what they are. Just my belief tho). I rushed, thinking they were giving Louis a hard time (he's a friend of the family, and even though feelings were hurt, he's still family to us), but I looked again, and he was already FAR down that street. So, the group turns its attention to me. They started harassing me. I rush to just in front of the porch. They follow me. My first instinct was to do a backwards jump to the deck (part of me knew it was a dream, and I could do it, other part was in doubt), but I opted to staying to fight instead. *MEMORY BLANK*

I managed to get out, and escape to the city. It was daytime. I was in the city of good ol' AK~ROWDY (rubber city peeps holla! (kidding)). I was walking across the street in an area that looked like ghetto, but across the street are mansions (yes, there are MANY places where the neigborhoods starkly change like that!). All around there, I heard a 40's-50's style radio narrator voice talking about the rowdiness of people. As he talked, I looked, and a car honked at people irresponsibly crossing the street. In response, the guy crossing the street threw a basketball at the car windshield, cussed him out, and ran away.

I wanted to get away from the drama, so I went walking some more. As I was walking, I looked to a drive to the left, and there was a group of 3 mansions around a cul de sac. In the center was a fountain. I went to the fountain and found a feeling very close to the ideal vibe I have been looking for. I walk around the loop of the fountain, and then i feel something grip at my soul. Something was immobilizing me or attacking me. I knew right away it had to be vampires from the victorian mansions. I stopped moving and said, "Alright! Ok! I'll go! Sorry!" and started to leave.

*memory blank* Somehow I expressed that I wanted to apologize in person to the people/person I disturbed. The door to the right mansion (right if you enter the cul de sac) opens and I enter. As I do, everyone looks at me with stereotypical hollywood vampiric features. When they see I don't so much as flinch, nor reacet hostilly, they change to calmer, but still vampiric features. I meet with a mature lady, looked in her late 30's or so. She also appeared that way at first (human meeting shock?) and she calmed. She asked what I wanted, as she poked me somewhat playfully in the chest with her pinky finger. I told her that I have been looking all my life for a place to belong, and I have been following my feelings for as much as I could try. I expressed that this house was the closest I could have ever found in terms of that solace that I have been looking for; one that lasts long with that feeling, too!

She asked "Did werewolves do this to you yet?" as she pointed to my chest. As she did, blood seeped through my chest, and bled to my white shirt I had on the time. The area was around where she poked me earlier. I stopped bleeding instantaneously, but the blood-print on my shirt was still there. I guessed that it is some sorta marking precedure to say they met with someone before. Anyhow, I said, "Oh? No, not that, but they did do this!" I projected my gut a little, and revealed that my belly button just has an ever so tiny dot of blood in the same bloodprint effect on my shirt. *HUGE BLANK IN MEMORY CONCERNING THAT*

She looked almost in shock. Don't know why though. I asked, "So...does that turn me into a vampire?" She took out a roll of small paper with a frayed end, like scissor art, and scraped blood from underneath her nail onto an even smaller piece of paper. She said, "No, but this will." She wrapped the smaller piece into the frayed piece, and upon wrapping it, it turned into a dark pink rose (or carnation? Flower of some sort). I was afraid at that point, because she seemingly was pressing the flower against my lips, wanting me to eat it. I kept talking over the flower saying, "Wait...but how do I know it's....but.....if I..."

She simply shushed me, and I said, "Oh fine. What the (insert casual mild expletive here connotating "whatever/I accept")..." I ate the flower. It smelled real. It tasted real. It became real. And I ate it. I lay down on a bed, with her watching over me. My heart slowed, and I relaxed. It got slower....slower.....slower..... Then it came.

The pain. The horrid emotional pain suppressed for so long that I had experienced in life. From family, relationships, shattered dreams, goals...all of it was being released. All at once. I gripped her hand in comradery-fashion (I chose this because it delivers a more rooting grip), and clung to her during the rush. It wouldn't have mattered who, I just wanted to hand on to something...someone. Anyone.

After, I believe I had a vision: the ceiling faded out, and I saw the most vivid and bold Phoenix Twilight (crimson, purple, blue, pink, white) I have ever seen. Only thing was, there was a gorgeous, powerful stormcloud in front of it, only partially blocking my view. There was a window on the left side of the stormcloud, and as it was raining, the window showed the twilight flashing multicolored, almost like a rave. Or rather, there was a "light storm" from the dusk twilight, and a rainstorm in front. And I saw both. It was beautiful.

My eyes started to hurt, and I regrounded. I looked on a reflective surface, and my eyes were turning a lavender color, and over that, an electric lavender color.

Some more stuff happened after that, but it wil take too long to explain. More like how I carried on and stuff, and it would just be really descriptive for only a little bit of event.

When I woke up though, a different feeling overtake my body. My body felt denser on the outside, and my face a little tighter. My eyes were tired (probably from the scented votive in my room all night), and a larger portion of my shoulder was spasming than it usually does when it spasms.

Thanks though, so can I have some thoughts on this? Does anyone have an idea about that rose trick? Or the bloodprint stamp? Or what the vision of the two-event sky means? More?

This post has been edited by WyrdScience: Feb 20 2007, 05:31 PM