Barkerburgh

Dream One

On New Year’s Eve, back from Reid and Luisa’s, I had an interesting dream. I was in some kind of underground bunker (large, well-equipped) with a lot of other people because a plague was raging on the surface. Some of the people were showing signs of the plague and a crazy military guy was shooting them, even if it was just a cough. Of course, it was then too late to stop the plague from spreading among us, so he (and a few others) were shooting a lot of people. Some of us wanted to make them stop killing people, since we could to some degree protect ourselves from catching it. We gathered what guns we could secretly, and started a firefight in the mess hall with the soldiers. I ran out of bullets in my gun, a repeating pistol, and though I had some, I didn’t know how to load them. I asked around and this guy pulled out a plastic tray that fit into the magazine of the gun and began to line up the bullets (which were as big a shotgun shells but all metal and shiny, with a wicked tip). Then he jiggered the plastic tray a certain way and the bullets all slid into the magazine. We won the firefight, but not until I’d tried to use a plastic gun against a soldier, the bullet of which didn’t penetrate but only set his sweater on fire.

Dream Two

Now, my dream last night was even better. It’s Cuba. I’m a vampire hunter with my team. An entire town has been abandoned to vampires and we’re trying to drive the vamps out or destroy them. We’re on the parapet of a ruined building when we see about 20 or so werewolves coming into the town. In the dream, vampires can be werewolves too, but these are just regular werewolves, but they’re like zombies (maybe werewolves can be zombies too). They’re lead by a woman who is a vampire-werewolf and she calls her pack of werewolves ’scholars’, as a cruel joke. Turns out they were driven out of another part of Cuba and are enemies of the vampires in this town. (I knew in the dream, the way you know things in dreams, that in any area, in any era, with strong religious beliefs, vampires and the undead can’t thrive, but in Cuba since the Revolution, vampires were able to establish a foothold.)

We are trying to figure out how to pit one group against the other when we see a grandmother type and a granddaughter type being tortured by vampires in the street. It doesn’t take just one bite to make a vampire but both women have already been bitten once. The vampires are just prolonging their torment. We swoop in and save the two, destroying the vampires. Regular vampires are called ‘prisoners’, for perhaps the same reason that the vampire-werewolf calls her pack ’scholars’.

There’s a big fight and the next thing I know, I’m waking up in a huge, really comfortable bed (alone) with sunlight streaming through the windows. Both windows have ornate crosses hanging in them. I look at the door of the bedchamber and I see a beautiful, jeweled, sword shaped cross (it’s not a sword) on the floor with its tip facing the door itself. On one side of the cross is a crystal phial of holy water and the other a phial of holy oil.

I get dressed and go out of the room. I meet the grandmother, who for some reason asks me in French about the holy water. Her granddaughter tries to translate into Spanish but in the dream, I don’t speak Spanish, only French. (In real life, if there is such a thing, I can get by in Spanish better than French.)

I tell her it’s “Eau sacré” and she asks about the oil and I tell her it’s ‘Huile sainté’.

She wants to know how to make it, so one of my team tells her.

Flash to a small city somewhere in the United States. There’s just been a big fight with a vampire clan in a mall and we won. They’re all dead, we rescued a father and two daughters but not their mother. We’re all exhausted. The family lives up the hill from the mall and we’ve dropped them off.

I mention the legend of the Slayer to the dad and he’s never heard of it. We’re about to drive off but I stop the car and go back and tell him about it.

He’s skeptical. I tell him there can only be one in the whole world at any one time, but if there’s vampire trouble she’ll know and she’ll come. He asks where she was this time. I tell him we probably took care of it before she could get here.

Then, get this, Buffy Summers goes walking by and says to me something like “Nobody in the know really believes in the Slayer legend. It’s just wishful thinking.” Now I know and she knows I know. We both turn to each other and say ‘It could be you!’ The dad and his daughters laugh and Buffy keeps walking.

Imagine that; Sarah Michelle Gellar did a cameo in my dream!

Plus I was a vampire hunter and really good at it, just like my Hallowe’en short story!

Later Addition: I forgot to mention that one of the vampires in the Cuban town was played by Kevin Federline (for some reason). I’m pretty sure we killed him. And the grandmother and her granddaughter were treating me like a great big honkin’ hero. For some reason.

=;]

Yet again another later addition: I guess I should have said that the vampires in the mall were redead, or, perhaps, remortifacted?