I had the strangest dream last night. I cant get it out of my head.
I was a vampire, the old school kind; mean, only out for blood, only at night.
I was licking bright red blood off of someone's warm neck. I can still see the color. It was so vivid.
Someone else walked up and asked me if I was going to turn "that one" or just kill it. I looked down.
It was Joe.
Nuts, right? So I wake up at 3am and turn to Rigel, who is standing in my face, and tell him I would most definitely turn Joe into a vampire. And as a wannabe psychologist, how am I supposed to interpret this particular dream??? :)
3 years ago