Normally, I don’t blog about dreams, namely because no one cares.

But, since I’ve been under the weather and am fresh out of blog post ideas, well, we have to dig down deep. And, since I’ve, in the past, turned some dreams into short stories or such, why can’t I turn a dream into a blog post?

Seriously, the only other idea I have is a discussion on “under the weather” and how far can I take that, really? I mean, no matter how we feel, aren’t we always under the weather? Maybe if you’re in a plane, you might be in the weather, maybe, but most of the time, you are under the weather no matter how you feel.

Except, of course, if you are on the International Space Station, in which case, you’re above the weather. And, in which case, you’re probably not reading this blog, so it’s a moot point anyway.

So, anyway, many moons ago when I was still school-aged, I had a dream where I was in school. The bell rang and I headed for class. Then, I realized that this is summertime and I’m not in school! This is a dream! This is what is known as lucid dreaming; that is, you realize you are in a dream and can pretty much do whatever you want.

Which is what I did. I decided I wasn’t going to class. I would go elsewhere. But, what about all those kids crowding the hallways? No problem. I will just walk through them.

And so I did.

That was, of course, until I walked into a vampire, who was convinced he was real.

Yeah, you can’t make stuff like this up.

I don’t know what you call that. I guess a regular dream became a lucid dream which became a regular dream again. I suppose. Who knows?

Anyway, that was many moons ago. And, my encounters with vampires in my dreams have come a long way since then. Apparently.

Before getting into last night’s dream, I should probably preface that by mentioning that the last blog post I read (saw, remember, etc.) yesterday was this and the last thing I watched before going to bed was Sanctuary. And, being that last night’s episode was about vampires, well, you can add two and two together and see where this is going…

So, anyway, in this dream, photographic evidence was uncovered of a vampire that looked just like Speedy. There were all sorts of old photos of Speedy with fangs, showing that, indeed, this vampire had been around for a long time. But, instead of realizing the best thing might be to just keep that sort of thing to himself, Speedy decided he wanted to expose this vampire to the world.

Mind you, going around saying there’s a vampire that looks just like you isn’t probably a good idea to begin with because people will just think you’re nuts, the other thing is that it pretty much paints a big ol’ target on your back for the whole vampire community that wants the world to continue to believe they don’t exist.

At this point, I should also mention that I tried on new gloves yesterday too. Don’t you just hate it when the fingertips are just a little too long and they sort of bunch up when you press on something? It’s so hard sometimes to find gloves that fit, well, like a glove. So, gloves were apparently in the back of my mind too. The importance of this will become apparent later on…

The gloves were all black, by the way. I like black.

So, anyway, since Speedy was intent on exposing the vampires and since this would no doubt result in his death, I decided I had to protect him. So, I wiped out the vampires.

All of them.

In the world.

With a thought.

Yeah, I’ve come a long way since that vampire that wouldn’t let me walk through him since he was convinced he was real.

So, that was that. For that dream, anyway. In the next one, I was 16 again and back in school.

At the mall.

Yeah, times have changed. I was 16 again, but knowing all I know today, like one of those movies where you have a big meeting at work and you wake up and your mom’s yelling at you to get ready for school. So, anyway, they were teaching school at the mall. And the teacher was probably only a couple years older herself, if not 16 as well.

And, instead of textbooks, we had printouts. Dot-matrix printouts on pin-feed paper. Figure that one out. So, I’m flipping through this thing, which has class schedules and stuff, but very little in the way of actual stuff that would be in the textbook. Thinking I’m not paying attention, the teacher calls on me to answer a question. Since I wasn’t really paying attention, I look through these pages to find an answer, only nothing makes a lot of sense.

At some point I realized that I graduated years ago. I didn’t need to go through this again. So, I left and I caught an elevator with some slightly older kids. I told them I’ve done all this before and I was tired of hanging out with 16 year olds.

This elevator was kind of funky too. It had tools on display behind glass.

So, anyway, we reach where ever we were going, and I tag along with this group. Except that they are there to rob the place.

Well, I can’t let that happen. So, I think I grab the lead guy’s gun and put it to his head. As the tip of my black glove scrunched against his head because the fingertip of the glove was longer than my finger, I realized I didn’t have his gun but was instead making a gun with my gloved hand and putting it to his head.

Which can’t be good.

But then Little Too woke me up because she had to go potty.

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