dream

I'm starting to toy with the idea of starting a separate blog to record the messed up dreams I have. But since I haven't yet, I'll post this one now.

I was on some sort of vacation with the women in my family (and one or two males, I think?) But somehow my cousin and I convinced our mothers (who were in charge) that we should rent motorcycles and tour the region we were in (I think it was Southish-- maybe Florida?) At any rate, I fell asleep in the dream and when I woke up, it was just my cousin and I, but they'd left us a motorcycle to share (and weird looking helmets). And there was a woman there, named Phyllis, that we were apparently related to. Except that she was crazy. And a vampire. But not one of those undead-must-stab-through-heart-vampires. She was mortal. And just fucking crazy. And evil. And she starts telling us this story about her life. And how she used to run a daycare and she'd drink the blood of the kids she'd watch (not enough to kill them) and how she had a lottery system set into place that involved these toys hanging on hooks on the wall, but the string used to attach them was attached to a spike that pulled out of the toy-- a single spike meant you were off the hook that week, but if you got a multi-pronged hook you were the lucky one. In the dream, she actually hands us two of the sheathed spikes, but we both come up with singles. And while she's telling us this story, my cousin and I somehow managed to get hold of knives (but they're little, like steak knives) and we're trying to hide them from her because we're not sure why she's telling us this story and if she intends to try and drink our blood and in my head in my dream I'm wondering the law would rule this as a moment of self defense. At that point I woke myself up.

Have I ever mentioned that most of my dreams seem to run like films? Films shot with multiple cameras and decent editing? And flashbacks. When she starts telling us the story about the spikes (which looked like short kabob sticks-- the metal, reusable kind), my dream went into a flashback so I could actually see the crying, terrified looks of the kids pulling toys off the hooks.

Good start to a day, eh?