Dreams Aren't Boring to Read About, Right?

I had a dream last night that vampires had taken over the world.

There were hordes of them and we knew it was hopeless.  We were outnumbered.  Some were traditional vampires as most people think of them but others were bizarre mutations who had no fangs and no reason.  The mutants were much more vicious than the others and would run down their prey before tearing them to pieces.  But they were like rabid animals, gulping down torn off pieces of meat and then leaving the rest to waste and rot.  To fall to them often meant being eviscerated and left to die in the street.

Humans lived huddled together in old apartment complexes or in makeshift tent villages when they could manage it.  There was no time for aesthetics any more, everything was strung together with rope and run on generators and patched with old aluminum siding.  People were crudely armed with pipes and crowbars and prayer.  The lucky ones had firearms but they were mostly given to people with authority, people who had earned them or who had dangerous responsibilities.

I had been caught out at one of these tent cities.  Sometimes if you were in before dark and zipped up the flaps and turned off the lights and covered yourself in layers of bedding they would leave you alone.  If you laid quiet and motionless as though you were dead the vicious ones passed by.  I was with someone, pressed against them nearly naked in the dark, and we had forgotten to zip up one of the flaps.  It was foolishness, anyway.  The tent cities were places to hide and fear for your life if you couldn't get home before nightfall.  Sometimes on supply runs you ran out of daylight, or in journeying to check on friends or connections the distance was too far to cover in a day.  You stayed if you had to or if you didn't care any longer.  It was a place to hunker down for the night or to waste away huffing paint.  It was not a place to put your hands on another person's body, to make those small noises or movements that would give you away. 

I was knocked unconscious.

When I woke I was in a dirty tenement room with two of them.  The ones with fangs who drained you dry but at least wouldn't tear your nose from your face with their teeth.  I knew who they were by reputation and I was afraid.  They laughed as I fell on my knees before them and begged for mercy.  I wasn't afraid to die but didn't want to die in terror.  In desperation I asked them to be gentle, as if they had the capacity for such things, as if they cared enough to think about my feelings in this matter.   It was a warm night but it was cold in their room and my captors hadn't bothered to put my clothes back on. 

I heard footsteps on the stairs.  Someone kicked in the door and grabbed my shoulders, dragging me away.  A coat was thrown over me that had a familiar smell.  I turned and saw my brother with the rest of the rescue force, some pointing long guns into the room, others facing the stairwell.  He asked if they had hurt me and I dissolved into tears, clinging to him as hard as I could.  Somehow I had known he would find me.

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You guys I know that seems really intricate but I shit you not when I say I have dreams like that all of the goddamn time.  I have nicely-framed horror movie dreams with fully fleshed out characters.  It is pretty awesome.

Comments

[Chris]

I only just caught this one now. Awesome dream and amazingly detailed description. A great read, actually!

More, please.