I'd acquired a mysterious fruit known as a Kharloid, said to derive from an earlier Pearloid fruit. It resembled a large yellow mango with two distinct layers of fruit. The outer layer resembled a thin sheet of transparent plastic. The inner layer was the core, which resembled a cluster of pomegranate seeds. Yet they appeared gelatinous, like the texture of Boba pearls. I even learned a bit of history about Kharloids. According to the internet, Nazi Germany attempted to grow orchards (in perfect swastika formation) of Kharloids. However, their fruit was of a lesser quality and the good batches they managed kept getting stolen by the soviets. Having learned this, I bit into my very own Kharloid for a taste. It was as gelatinous as I expected, tasting like a mango with hints of orange. I found myself enjoying it, until I was suddenly forced to wake up.
I was in a sunlit countryside on the edge of the world. Everything was radiant, wreathed in a soft white glow. I weaved in thin paths flanked by trees, but I held onto them tightly, scared of falling off the earth. The abyss was pure blue, with sparkling clouds dotted throughout it. I was apparently eighteen again, yet I had my current round of interests. I was also with a group of college students, apparently my immediate peers. We were supposed to use this forest for "artistic inspiration", but it devolved into us turning into a medieval society, complete with bartering. I remember dawdling around trying to give people sticks and rocks but getting outcompeted by everyone prostituting themselves. I distinctly remember being suckered into someone offering free tattoos (I have the bug) and I suddenly blurted out "EGON GHOSTBUSTERS". He then stuck it on me like a sticker. It was my dream-money's worth, and I was excited to show Alex, who I somehow was able to recall. Things were going quite nicely until someone decided to shit themselves. The smell was so bad I woke up.
I was confined within a labyrinth of flesh, walls like the rugae of a stomach. I was not alone here, sitting on a lump of the oozing membrane with a middle-aged man. He was tall and of average weight, with pale skin, black hair and a matching beard. He glanced pensively at me from his rectangular glasses, and the gangrenous rot consuming his chin and hands. The flesh was riddled with holes, and much of the remains hung like dry ribbons from his bones. He was in surprisingly good cheer, and not at all frightened by this. It seemed like an inconvenience at most. I sympathised for him, yet I was strangely infatuated with this living cadaver man. I found myself wanting to touch him, and I worked up the courage to ask. He accepted my offer, and let me sit on his lap to kiss and fondle his afflicted body. I even managed to get my extremities through the holes, which didn't seem to pain him. I asked my companion if I could take this further with him, and he accepted again, ending this vile dream.
I had killed multiple people in a supermarket between rounds of very late halloween shopping. I don't know how such villainy started, but all I know is that it commenced after I explained to a little boy what a gnome was. I started by stabbing two children with a knife I'd obtained from a display kitchen. They died instantly in a cartoonish manner, much like the rest of my dream victims. During my rampage, I'd stop periodically to shop for halloween-themed things and try them on. One of the store employees, terrified of my prowess, showed me a knitted cat-themed jumper. I cooed at the sight of it and replied "Hmmmm, well, I have lost twenty pounds so I can fit inside it", only to suddenly eviscerate a nearby customer. I also remember reaching for a Mango, because I really wanted one. Then I saw it was five British pounds, and I got so angry at this I resumed killing people. At one point I reached into the chest of a man for his heart, only to miss several times and pull out chunks of rib and intestine. I dragged another body, a mangled head and torso hollowed of its organs. I remember feeling floaty and not all there, childlike in this way. It was surprisingly realistic until I got arrested, sent to prison and forced to watch a schlocky documentary about my crimes. My motivation for this? "I don't know". I also attempted to ask the prison guards for my phone so I could talk to my friend Alex. For bail? To ask them to send mango? Who knows?
I was playing a game where I was this ghost trying to escape a snowy forest cemetery. It had a top-down appearance with monochrome graphics. I'd describe it like a Classic Mac game. My main objective was to explore the premises' mausoleums while avoiding its guardians, which were a herd of giant deer monsters. They were the size of horses, with spindly legs, long necks and feathered wings. They were actively searching the grounds for me, and if any saw me, they would screech and give chase, alerting the others in the process. However, I learned they had a limited line-of-sight, and used this to take refuge behind trees. I then managed to sneak across the cemetery to a westerly mausoleum, and briskly entered. The perspective changed to first person, like a dungeon crawler. I had no idea what to expect and I felt very scared, so I decided to charge in, figuring I'd be less scared if I was in a charge. I saw groups of misshapen humanoids dawdling about, but they didn't seem interested in me. I eventually saw a doorway leading to the glimmering outlines of a staircase. Only paces away, another deer monster emerged from the entrance. I could see it in grotesque detail; an unnaturally long face with two human eyes, positioned almost next to each other like a barrel-eye fish. It opened its maw and snapped its teeth at me, missing by inches before it lunged out to chase. I turned back and made for the way I came, but the creature was only paces behind me. Before I could escape, I got so scared that I forced myself to wake.
It was a starry, beautiful night beside a giant lake or perhaps, the edge of a sea. Pine trees were all over, and my surroundings resembled the pacific northwest. I was atop a church spire hundreds of feet above the ground. Except I wasn't myself; my POV was August's. Even stranger, I wasn't him. I was myself. For some reason, he'd contained me inside his body, making me stare through his eyes.
Grotesques were everywhere, and for reasons that escape me, we clutched a miniature one in our hand. It resembled a horned man weeping quietly. The height was terrifying, compounded by a horrible desire I had to lie on my side. My brain ran wild with how I'd look if I were to fall and hit the floor. I saw it vividly, compound fractures, spilled organs and dislocated limbs. My eyes staring off half-open, mouth similarly agape. Passing people seeing me, and never being able to unsee me. I kept hearing August's raspy baritone in my ears, urging me to let go and let him take flight. He sounded eager and almost amused, stressing me out even more. I became so frightened I forced myself to wake up. I took a solid ten minutes to calm down, and laid in bed feeling very guilty as I awaited my next sleep.
I was walking in an autumnal forest while August loudly complained about how he wished he'd turned his son into a vampire. He was emotional, the kind of angry that was about to cry. I walked alongside him and held his arm reassuringly. He seemed comforted by me and seemed to trust me.
I was at the lobby of an english country house. It was a stormy night, so much so that the trees outside would clatter at the windows. My company were wealthy nobles with varying degrees of interest in the occult. The scenery was typical; no Devil-Rides-Out floor patterns, velvet curtains or crystal balls. A long table dominated the room, its platters of sandwiches well lit by a yellow ceiling light. We stood about, blithely grazing to the speeches of an alleged wizard. He was a Vincent-price lookalike, and draped himself in black and purple robes. He was far taller than his real life counterpart, but like him, carried a warm smile. According to our host, we didn't have to worry about becoming vampires or werewolves. He claimed that vampirism and lycanthropy only happen if you're a practicing witch.
And then, the lights went out.
I was in a museum complex surrounded by a pine forest. Firstly in a botanical garden section, swamped in a dense fog. I arrived at an alpine plant nursery, where I met a daschund and a rare "sausage cat", who were best of companions. Somehow, they had been "grown" here, along with all the other plants. I rubbed their bellies, ran around with them and played until I grew tired. When I wanted to go to the rest of the complex, I took the two with me. I recalled my previous pets as I entered the main museum. It resembled a victorian-era manour, covered from top to bottom in cobwebs. I was there to see its display of rare beetles, but to my delight, vampires were just about everywhere here. I didn't know how or why, but I watched in awe as groups of them conversed. They sipped out of crystal glasses and managed bites of chocolate-covered strawberry. At times they would notice me and smile, which I sheepishly attempted to reciprocate. My companions seemed undisturbed, but I woke up before I could go further.
I was creating point-and-click/parser adventure games. It resembled King's Quest IV: The Perils of Rosella, with its bright graphics and crude movements. Intriguingly, this dream splits into two segments, two games I was creating. My first plot was a young man taking to a magical island to find his sister. She was no normal woman, but a depressed sorceress who had made the island as a means of escapism. Her creation was much wilder than Tamir; overgrown with magical, multicoloured fungi. They sprawled all over the screens, creating an impenetrable wall of stipe. I find a beauty in primitive things, and my dream's graphics were no exception.
My second game had a different dilemma. Its main couple were happily living on a desert island cabin. Suddenly, a witch arrived with the specific goal of...stealing their life-savings. No magical curses, no forced marriages to her son, just...robbing them. This is where things get more stereotypically dreamlike. As I was poking through my dream's idea of a game engine, I went inside the game itself. My surroundings morphed from 1980s' computer graphics to pure realism. Then I took it on myself to find the Witch, and I dug a tunnel under the house. The couple were less than pleased, but they had little choice. Only seconds into digging, I fell into a cave system. Either people had been here before, or the giant foreboding gate was heralding an evil lair of sorts. The latter hypothesis confirmed itself after I stumbled over a few human skeletons. There was no witch, but I did find a minotaur. He was puffing in a rage and clutching a comically ill-fitting Morningstar. Beside him was a vampiress, who immediately attempted to charm me. She had short hair in a bob cut with light brown skin and an impish demeanour. I ended the dream attempting to seal the gates, but succumbing to the vampiress's hypnotic gaze.
Shaggy was in a music contest and he suddenly revealed himself a passionate anti-war activist and strongly against foreign interventionism in the Middle East. He was arguing with this other contestant, this beatnik-looking man, all night. When it was his turn to perform, Scooby played some of his favourite songs on the TV while he played some kind of electric sitar. I'd describe the songs as Hendrix-esque. Googie was there with him, being incredibly supportive the entire time. Suddenly, to our surprise, he dropped through a trapdoor in the floor despite us being in a living room. A second later, he came out dangling from a string in a skeleton-patterned leather jacket saying, "I just got back from hell man, a-hoo-hoo-hoo, and boy do you wanna see who's down there!". He then hovered over to his rival and Scooby pressed a camera concealed in a cardboard box super close to his face. The last thing I heard was, "Like zoinks, you still denying genocide?", then I woke up.
I was a member of my webcomic's "English Vampire Society", serving as a familiar. I had to find this vampiress working a money laundering scheme from a local nightclub. I visited in the day and tapped the screen keeping it closed. Being a human, I was dubious of my personal safety at best. Suddenly, a female voice hissed "What's your business?! We just closed!". Sheepish, I mustered the bravest voice I could manage and replied "EVS, I'm with August". After several seconds, the screen rolled up and one of her assistants let me in with a glare. She led me past black velvet sheets, basalt tables and statues of dragons chasing pearls. The floor glittered beneath my feet, encircled by threads of fog. After a minute, I met her in a cramped back room. Once the fog cleared I saw she was Chinese, her slender frame hugged by a black sleeveless dress. Her makeup was smoky and vivid against her pallor. She clutched a stiletto dagger, alongside her group of equally-beautiful vampiresses. I was expecting to come out of this place as little more than a small brown stain, but surprisingly she warmed to me quickly. The poor thing was stressed out of her mind, and she was relieved to see my sincerity. We settled and had a cup of tea together, ending this dream.
I was Sanguine, waiting in a dungeon situated under August's hunting lodge. I was part of a group of humans, which he had been leisurely picking off. Presumably having saved me for last, I was chained and hauled upstairs to await my grisly fate. A mic went off somewhere, and I realized he had a speaker nearby. His voice came on, garbled by the machine. He stumbled over his words and mispronounced my name several times. He was audibly licking at something, deep in thought. Upon entering, I saw him lazily suckling on a fingerbone. I started to plead for my life, and to my relief, he said he found me too interesting to kill. Instead, he gave me several options: being an object of study for the councillors or a receptacle for whatever morbid ideas he wanted to try out. Monthly bloodlettings being the main, for now. I got so flustered that I literally fell down onto the floor. A terrible mistake with a bloodsucker. Hissing eagerly, he rose from his desk to pounce on me, fangs angled for my neck.
Alex has received yet another dream visitation from August. I wish I was making this up.
I was getting my hair cut and a storm outside was being tornado warned. I looked out the window at how dark the sky was getting and ran outside to get a better look. An old black lady pointed north and said "look at the sausage!" I turned around and saw a huge stovepipe tornado. Tornadoes are not supposed to glisten, but this one was and it was a dark reddish brown like a sausage. I ran back inside and hid in the bathroom. I was also speaking to you via text while hiding in the bathroom. You asked me if I was okay and I told you I was. You also showed me a test illustration you'd drawn and you asked "how does this look btw" and it was an entrance to a Tunnel of Love shaped like August's mouth. It had a chalky 1950s texture to it and I remember really liking it. I replied back saying that it looked great. Didn't strike me how blatantly goofy the subject matter was until I woke up.
I found myself in a private lounge full of vampires. The vampires lounged about in dramatic, if not lazy fashion. Their spot resembled the interior of an edwardian house. Amongst its red and black silks, lounged three zombie bulldogs. Their heads had exposed skulls, with their eyes still intact. I got to pet them a few times and they were very friendly. On closer inspection, some of the vampires were scrolling on smartphones, gossiping about other undead. The few vampires that bothered to acknowledge me were as welcoming as they were suspicious. When one noticed the flushes of red in my skin, I told her I was a different strain and everyone seemed to believe me. They also had a store stocked with horror themed goods and corny slogan straw cups. I also found a toilet room for the human familiars, which to my complete and utter lack of surprise, was filthy. It was there that I met a human familiar. She was a thin blonde with heavy eye-makeup, unkempt hair and a black tank top. She looked sickly and sleep-deprived, but she was friendly. I told her I was worried about being sniffed out, but she reassured me. They knew I was a human, but they were nice enough to play along and spare my life. In fact, according to her, the fellow that brought me here was a vampire himself.
I met this fat vampire mafioso who was a friend of August's. He was tall, fat and had the typical mediterranean complexion. He wore all black pinstripes and he had a bold but raspy voice. Not hard to guess, except for one particular quirk; if you came late, he'd kill you for "security reasons". I arrived at his lair with August. He was both my master and the only thing stopping me from getting smeared into a small brown stain. The two met in a surprisingly warm manner for two undead criminals. The lair itself reminded me of a fortress, ashlar bricks for walls and grate gates for doors. In the middle was a long wooden table, which he sat at the head of. The other guests soon followed, a mixture of vampires and equally-terrified familiars. August made me feel safe enough to hold my composure.
We all sat down for a meeting about the general state of vampire hunters. They'd started to pour chemicals into vampire bases, gassing familiars to death. The fumes would then stun the vampires, made vulnerable to a well-placed stake. The mafioso rose from his seat and showed us his emergency exits. For such a sinister topic, he was quite relaxed. Making light of things, he'd mockingly pose like an airplane stewardess. During this presentation, several people arrived late and he shot them dead on the spot. Then, like everyone does when they're discussing a series of gas attacks, we all had a sleepover. I got smushed between our host and August for cuddles. I was shaken from seeing a dozen familiars shot dead, but I managed to amuse him by showing him an inflatable tiger I'd brought along. I made it do shitty mobster impressions, much like the ones I've been lobbing at my friends as of late.
I was a pegasus drawn in the style of My Little Pony, Generation One. I had light green fur with white accents, much like the pony Minty. I flew through a serene sunset sky, complete with streaks of glittery rainbows and stars. I then flew to a mountainside cabin, watching the night sky flush to waves of pastel purple. I knocked the door, and an elderly earth pony welcomed me inside. He insisted I lie in an uncomfortably small bed, framed by bookshelves and cookie jars. I wasn't pleased with the bed, but I didn't want to disappoint him, so I did my best to get comfortable. The second I got under the covers, he transformed into Dwight Fry's Renfield. Before I could react, he started stabbing me with a pair of scissors. I lifted my hooves, squeaking "Time out! Time out!" as it were a BDSM safe-word. He paused, and I asked him "Is this for real?" to which he responded "Yes" and resumed stabbing me.
I was trying to escape a vampire's castle during a snowstorm. It resembled a norman-era castle fitted with victorian decor. Surrounding it was a network of hedge-mazes, prowled by a headless horseman from a coffin in the snow. I unearthed him while trying to get out, which prompted him to give chase with his axe. Luckily, I managed to trap him elsewhere in the castle. While I felt he'd come back, I felt I had enough time to explore.
Inside the castle there were human familiars roaming the premises. Most of them looked as dishevelled as you'd expect them to be. I learned one had a sexually-transmitted disease, and then met him attempting to flirt with me. Nobody seemed to recognise me, and they were more interested in an upcoming wedding. It was set to take place in a huge cathedral-like room, complete with secret passages. I used one to go under the room and listen to a conversation between a female vampire priest and her kind. The high priest was fat with a face covered in webs of black staining, like veins or webbing. I'd never seen a vampiress like her, and I felt very intimidated. The other vampiresses seemed intimidated by her too. I heard her entire speech, and I decided to sneak out, but she spotted me through a gap in the stairs. But before I could escape, she raised a robed hand and released a torrent of flies my way, ending the dream.
I was at a forested lakeside, attending a summer fair/pool party. It was the height of June and the weather was beautiful. Trees dappled sunlight in bright flecks. The grass was verdant, covered in daisies and that thick wispy stuff I'd try to build "nests" with. The water looked pristine, and it had a somewhat hypnotic quality to it, as all water does. If I had to describe the ambient, I'd use one word. Nostalgic.
About the fair itself. I was curious about this place's shop, alleged to have rare goods. I went to the queue, half empty, half a row of tie dye shirts. I stood there for a minute, quite befuddled but comfortable enough. Having caught me dawdling, two female employees in tie-dye uniforms approached me. They told me that I'd have to climb the rooftops of small, shack-like houses to get a "special achievement". I'd compare the shacks to those in Oblivion, in the Imperial City waterfront. I moved across the shacks, some by jumping and others by a tightrope erected by the fairground staff. Many dogs passed by, mostly bulldogs, bloodhounds and mutts. At one point, I met a rather scraggly one with orange fur and pointed ears. He licked at the rope I was walking across before scampering away from a group of fairground staff. As I walked across the rooftops, I felt a strange sense of euphoria about my species, as if I was supposed to do this. See, for any first-timers here, I am a gargoyle; perching is my thing.
Then I reached the end, which consisted of a few tents by the lake. In the central tent, the one where my rope led to, stood a vampire. He had long black hair and a dark frilly outfit. Bizarrely, he was surrounded by dozens of children. They were ferocious for his attention, clad in t-shirts with his face on it. Above the racket, the vampire spotted me and beckoned me over. He said this was his "game", and that I could either come home a pint or two short, or become a vampire like him. He would either use his syringe to collect some blood, or go straight in with his fangs. I tried to ask him how this was even remotely legal but he wasn't especially interested in what I had to say. Instead, he talked over me, saying it was harmless fun and not at all a scheme to gorge himself on small children. Much to the disappointment of his underage fans, he ushered me to the front of the line. He made me sit down, brushed my jacket aside and told me to close my eyes. I felt a sharp pain in my neck, and then I woke up.
I was playing this horror themed game where I could possess the body parts of the monsters that I met. I most remember being in a cemetery laden with dead trees and jack o' lanterns. Initially, I was alone. Before the walls of skeletons, zombies and slimy mummified heads with long necks and arms, that is. I was looking for August, and going to Dawnwatch for answers about the phenomena. But to escape the graveyard, I had to find keys by rooting through its various nasty crevices. I got nabbed by a lot of sudden jump-scares, no thanks to the skeletons hopping out their graves. Thankfully I repelled them by possessing their arms and making them hit themselves until they died. Visually, the game resembled Blood, albeit much sillier and toonier.
I was at a big koi pool under the stars, so large it resembled an open geyser. One of the fishes was giant, about the size of a shark. The weather around me would fluctuate every few seconds, sometimes turning to daytime. Whenever this happened, the water in the pond would vanish, but the koi would continue to swim in the air. I was enjoying this plenty until a moose arrived and started chasing me.
I was developing a game about being chased in August's hunting lodge. Suddenly, as I was typing, I found myself inside the game itself. August would taunt me as an invisible voice, telling me I was going to die. Much like my last dream, I couldn't take his threats seriously and wholeheartedly wanted him to get me.
I had been bitten by August and submerged into a hallucinatory fugue state. I instinctively knew I was looking inside the core of his body, the very centre of him. It looked like a psychedelic chamber of sorts, and in it I saw the faces of past victims. They'd warp and shift with each second, growing more mutilated the longer I stared at them. They were trying to warn me but I was so enamoured with what I was seeing I couldn't take it very seriously. Some people interpret vampires as being able to keep the souls of their victims, devouring them entirely. Ironically I was first made aware of this concept via a comedic Twine game about slaying a vampire in McDonalds.
I was living in an old manor house that was being turned into a halloween party last second. All the guests were using what they could to improvise costumes on the spot, mainly wrapping themselves in blankets and calling themselves ghosts. I was dressed up as Bela Lugosi's Dracula and probably one of the only ones in an adequate costume. My costume felt really good to wear, I felt very confident and at home in myself. I then find an inflatable coffin, and decide to rest in it for a bit, only to wake up and find all the guests gone. The house decorations were gone, and I was left wondering what had happened. The most I could find was bloodstains on the floor. I'd only slept for two hours and confused, I planned to tell my friends. First, I wanted to wander about in the abandoned party atmosphere. I felt strangely calm in it, and found myself skulking about, the way vampires do.
I met a border collie with some odd features to say the least. It had grotesquely bulbous eyes, which made it look like a furry hammerhead shark. Its fur was black with white markings, which resembled bones. It looked like it was wearing a skeleton costume, complete with a white skull-like "mask". Its name was "Marbles" and it appeared to be a male. I sat with Marbles and cuddled him until the dream ended.
I was on the edges of a forest, facing out into an ocean. The air was cool and crisp, like that during blue hour, and it was devoid of people. On the edge of this forest, I'd discovered an unusual structure. It was a series of obelisks, planted on a circular bit of land protruding out into the water. The arrangement of the obelisks resembled a giant flat sundial, studded with precious gemstones. In their very centre, was a glass compass. However, while it was devoid of people, it was not devoid of animals. Guarding this structure (which I interpreted as a sort of shrine) was a group of hyenas. They let me draw close, but they'd follow me and cackle as I did so. I grew uneasy, and unable to decipher their intentions, I stopped trying. I stared at them, riotous with amusement, and left them to what I presumed was their home.
I was overlooking this snowy tundra littered with the corpses of a recent battle. A giant evil emperor was recalling an army of dragons, undead and other such monsters. He resembled a gigantic suit of armour, easily 50 feet tall. He wore jewelled, yet thorny armour and he sounded just like Christopher Lee. The Emperor was, as I learned quickly, not so happy about this predicament. He was bellowing at the top of his lungs and leading the army inside a huge, gothic-looking citadel. I guessed it was a portal to wherever they came from, presumably where they'd re-group and try again later.
I was trying to beat this game. It was rendered in 3D graphics, but the kind that are undisciplined and indicative of it being an older game. I'd say if I had to make a comparison, it resembled The Quivering. The setting was a typical creepy castle surrounded by snowy mountains. It was crawling with halloween-themed beasties and ruled by a lion-like creature that declared itself their king. My player character was trapped in a dungeon and had to find a way out, or the monsters would eat them.
It was either a very difficult game or I wasn't paying attention to it, but why I didn't pull up a walk-through is beyond me. The castle was surprisingly high-tech and it was riddled with security cameras. I'd bumble around for the first few times and get myself caught, but over time I got better at it. Eventually I managed to have my player character drink a potion. It turned them into a mouse, and I had to crawl into a pipe system. However, the ruler of this castle must have noticed my character out of their cell. I'd hear him making a real fuss about it and threatening all kinds of grisly fates. I, in my wisdom, went to an open spot in the walls, despite how close it was to the sound of the king's booming voice. Turns out this is where he was lurking, and I was treated to a cutscene of him grabbing my poor little mouse, putting him in his mouth and chewing him like a grape. I then discovered the game hadn't saved my progress, and I had to start from the beginning.
The last thing I remember was going into a room full of werewolves, and triggering another cutscene. It wasn't a death cutscene, but a rather unusual one for a game like this. One of the werewolves was crying to a mad scientist, which the game framed as its supervisor, about its condition. It lamented its curse and wanted to be normal again. I was taken aback by such tenderness in a game as corny as this.
I was traversing a mossy swamp. It wasn't dark or sinister, as one would imagine when I say the word "swamp". The weather was sunny and bright, the kind of vivid brightness one recalls from their childhood. Then, a sort of forest nymph arose from the thick, detritus-covered waters. She resembled a black woman, with dreadlocks that looked like sheets of moss and skin that had a fuzzy peach-like quality to it. Her skin sparkled when the sun hit it, and I had never seen a being in such a state of bliss. She told me that she was born here, and that her purpose was to protect this place. She loved this place so much she planned to raise her own child here and continue the cycle anew.
Another dream from my dearest Lutzbug, because August appears again! Once again, being in-character as his strange self, and best of all, he was just as big as his webcomic counterpart. He's around six foot nine, and I even have a reason for it, but you'll have to read to see what it is. Anyways, onto the dream.
I was in the middle of a cornfield with him (Illinois moment) and the sun was setting. He warned me that if it got completely dark, he'd turn into an animal and tear me apart. So I had to shine a flashlight on him at all times.
I was in a country manor with two kindly old vampires. It was early morning, perpetually frozen at dawn. One vampire was the house's master and the other was his valet. The master dressed in black, and to my amused chagrin (for I was lucid dreaming), it was my character August. The valet was not Edgar, but an old male dressed in white. They were giving me a tour of the place, and it was overgrown with flowers. At one point, I sat down in a room with a baroque aesthetic and wooden brown tones everywhere. Some parts were falling into disrepair, much to their embarrassment, but I promised to help the two.
I was in a research facility during an outbreak of a rabies-like disease. It was snowing outside, and the forest around the premises teemed with rabid animals. We tried to euthanise all the infected but they were dangerous and aggressive. Many of my comrades would euthanise them in cruel, rudimentary manners. They placed an emaciated rottweiler onto a hot metal slab, burning it to death. Seconds after this, they took an equally emaciated Irish Wolfhound. They shot it in the face and dumped its body on top of the rottweiler's. But the infected didn't relent, and they'd careen down the hallways in frenzied fits. At one point, fearing for my life, I ran into a doctor's office and met the facility's only doctor.
He was a tall fat man with black curly hair, large glasses, a strong nose and a soft voice. He was very kind to me and I became smitten with him immediately. I asked him if he could euthanise me if the animals ever wore down our defences, and to my delight he agreed to. It didn't seem hard for him at all, and he understood why I'd want to die this way as opposed to dying to the infected. Even more to my delight, he returned my feelings of affection. So we sat together and hugged in this dark office, lit up by green neon lights. We'd check the security system, watching countless young men die to rabid dogs, sheep and cows. After what I saw with the two dogs I didn't feel very sorry for them. As we watched, we'd speak about death, burial customs and all manner of morbid things. The doctor was mortified to learn of the cruelties my peers inflicted onto the diseased. He looked especially upset when I told him about the dogs, unaware of the full extent of the cruelty. The dream ended with another facility member coming into the office. He saw me clinging onto the good doctor and correctly deciding that we were busy, left in a hurry.
I was living in a gothic castle full of anthropomorphic playmobil crocodiles. They were apparently my guards, and for some reason, my harem. When I wasn't swooning over the crocodile men, we'd run about the place like there was no tomorrow. At one point we held a feast, and much to my delight, we met Mystery Inc. I was especially thrilled to meet Shaggy, as he's my favourite.
I don't usually have dreams about media I like (unless it's my webcomic), but I found this one notable enough to share. In case I haven't said this elsewhere, I'm a big Hellsing fan, namely for the original TV series. So, onto the dream.
Jan Valentine was going around the Hellsing headquarters spraying graffiti all over the walls. The messages were an increasingly graphic series of insults aimed at Integra, mostly calling her a whore. Integra had seen these and was going stir-crazy trying to find out who did it. At one point, and in a sleep-deprived stupor, she summoned the other characters into her office to talk about the problem. There she proceeded to draw alchemical symbols on a whiteboard and ramble nonsensically. She also drew smiley faces all over the symbols and nobody was allowed to leave. Seras was mortified, Walter was begging her to go to sleep and Alucard was laughing hysterically. The dream ended with one of her guards coming in to report that a new message had appeared, alleging she had a yeast infection.