I'm occasionally a bad ass in my dreams, kicking butt and taking names. I think in this case it was from going to bed hungry (I get cranky when I'm hungry), but who knows, maybe I have a bit of the blood thirst. ;-)
I'm staying in a large old Victorian house with relatives, learning about the family history through the conflicts they have with each other and by asking questions. An older woman explains much to me. My grandfather is a vampire. He is a dangerous man who sleeps during the day in the ground under the house. As his progeny, I'm a vampire too, but it hasn't been activated in me. Like some genetically passed traits, it needs to be triggered before it manifests.
He is coming for my daughter. She is a beautiful little blonde girl, about six years old. I grab her and her playmate and rush them into an upstairs room. They're terrified, crying and whimpering. I lock the bolts on the door, but I don't feel confident this will hold him back. I cover the girls in blankets at the back of the room to hide them, and I shush them, trying to keep them from giving our location away. The playmate is too scared to stop crying, so I tell her to use the blankets to muffle the sound. This doesn't help much. I whisper fiercely, "I will protect you!" I realize as I say it that there is nothing I wouldn't do to keep this man from them. I hope they will quiet, knowing I'll stop at nothing to save their lives.
The dream shifts, and my grandfather has taken my daughter despite my resolve. I'm furious. I will claim my birthright as a vampire and use that power to destroy him! He is ancient and powerful, but I have a determination that he will not be able to match. I turn on the vampire gene, partly by willpower and partly by screaming my rage to the skies with a reverberating, inhuman vampire screech. I'm not entirely sure I'm not just pretending to be a vampire, but the screams are disturbing nonetheless.
I return to the room where the elders told me my family history. I'm sure they will be displeased with my decision to become a vampire, but it had to be done. A male relative sets two of my toes on fire. I put them out, annoyed. He says, "You are a vampire now, they will never go out," and indeed, much like those bothersome birthday candles, my toes light up again. The only way to keep the fire from consuming my whole body is to keep moving. So long as I'm moving, the toes will stop burning, but when I'm still, the fire starts again. This is part of being a vampire. I decide to use this fire to kill my grandfather.
I go looking for him in the house, which is now a castle. I have powers of telekinesis and great strength. I rush through rooms and courtyards, where people with weapons try to stop me. Most of them are defending themselves out of fear, but some are on his side, trying to stop me. They shoot guns at me, but I'm invulnerable to bullets. Sometimes the shots sting, but that's all. I yell, "Go ahead and shoot me! You can't stop me!" I throw the bullets back with such power that I shoot them without need for a gun. Others throw darts at me, which I return the same way. There are men I toss aside like dolls to get out of the way. One, I bite into his neck and drink the blood, to know fully my vampire heritage and claim it's power.
I tear down walls looking for my daughter and use telekinesis to get past barriers. Nothing will stop me. Sometimes this feels like a movie set with props made of cardboard so I can do this. At other times, trying to force things with telekinesis doesn't work, which leads to physically tearing things out of the way.
I see an omniscient vision of my grandfather. He is on the roof of the castle. It is very high and overlooks a breathtaking view. He is confident in his power and waiting for me. When we're back to my perspective, I sense his location and start looking for a way to get there.
I find an apartment within the castle that belongs to a woman and her family. I haven't eaten solid food since becoming a vampire, and I feel horrible. I didn't think vampires had to deal with this! They don't even eat food, right? The woman has breads and such laid out on a platter, and I ask for some. She is kind and offers me other food as well, but I just grab a hunk of bread and continue seeking the way to my grandfather. And then I find it, stairs hidden in an alcove at the back of the apartment. I go rushing up the staircase to kill him.
The dream ends here, leaving the epic battle between vampire and granddaughter unresolved. Thankfully, the characters in the dream are only dream-kin and don't accurately represent real life family members. ;-) Comments and interpretations are welcome.
Mystical dreams are sometimes vague, but this one has a lot of detail. If you were forced to harm someone, don't worry. It happens to everyone in life and people are resilient and forgiving.
Thanks for your comment! Are you interested in dreams?
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Fascinating, especially this part:
Anything to do with dream "rules" interests me. Why should anything in a dream work in a self-consistent way? It doesn't always, but for there to be any structure to a dream at all has some pretty strange implications.
Does the subconscious mind perform background calculations to simulate physics? Why am I not aware of this calculation happening while in the dream? I am often aware of other "background processes" in dreams. Why are some revealed but others remain hidden?
I wish there was a way to really "nail down" dreams and dissect them in a scientific way.
I don't think the subconscious mind needs to perform background calculations to stimulate physics. I think it's so used to creating reality from the stimuli we get when we're awake, that it can easily recreate it the same way without the stimuli, when we're asleep. It may just be expectation based on memory. If it's not entirely accurate, who would know?
Expectation seems to play a big role in how things behave in dreams. I had a lucid dream once where I tried to walk through walls and couldn't. I knew it was a dream. I knew the walls weren't real. But I just kept bumping into them. I couldn't shake my belief in the solidity of walls. Eventually, with a lot of concentration and effort, I was able to poke my finger through one. It felt like a great victory, but really, why should there be any difficulty moving an imaginary body through an imaginary wall?
I sometimes have dreams, like you do, where the unreality of the situation starts to bleed through. I think that's what's up with the cardboard props. I'm becoming aware that something isn't right here, that this may not actually be happening. I think the failing telekinesis may be similar -- a little consciousness coming in and going, "Wait. I'm not a vampire. I can't move things with my mind." And then I can't. But I really don't know. I wish we could nail down dreams too.
Thank you for reading and commenting! I love that you're as curious about these things as I am.
I've had the "bumping into walls" thing in lucid dreams. Not necessarily walls. Haven't figured out how to deal with it yet. It may simply be that "you" don't have control over every aspect of your brain.
Interesting dream. I don't think I've ever had a vampire one. Though I have had some pretty dark ones, like finding a corpse and bringing it back to life. And a really weird Halloween themed one the other night, with this bizarre background music with repeating lyrics going "Krishna is dead."
I definitely don't have control over every aspect of my brain. I often have lucid dreams that seem to be a power struggle between "me" and "my subconscious." My dream characters will sometimes roll their eyes at me as if I have no idea how to properly behave in their realm. I can't argue with that, but it does get weird and slippery when I try to identify what is "me," what is "my subconscious," and what is a "dream character."
Your dreams sound fascinating. I've had corpses in dreams but never brought one to life. Did you post some of your dreams a long time ago? I seem to remember reading a few and thinking they were pretty mind-blowing.
Just goes to show the power of mental barriers in our lives. They are nothing to sneeze at. We must believe before we can do.
Likewise. Maybe by comparing notes, we can make some sense of all this.
It makes me wonder what kinds of walls I'm bumping against in my waking life that don't really exist.
And yes, let's compare notes and see what we can figure out.
Wow! There's a lot going on there. I'm drawn to the stuff about claiming your birthright despite it being something that you see as evil and you turn the powers you've got to fight for good, protecting your inner child.
I knew you were a bad-ass!
Thanks, Lloyd! I hadn't looked at it that way!
YOU! You gotta post more often, you.
Thank you. I'm working on that. :-)
Wow! That is some dream. I dream, and often I know it is weird, but I rarely remember them. Perhaps they come out in my writing.