Vampire Vocab

Have you ever had a really weird dream that you totally don’t understand? They’re great short story fodder! If I ever have a weird dream, I might post it under the title Odd Dreams, so look out, because it’s about to get really freaky. I’ll start with last nights dream.

  i wandered through the abandoned construction site, and into the deserted playhouse. I ducked under and around chunks of sandy earth, the smell of rot reaching my nose. I had never been here before, but I knew something was here. Finally, I came to a large mirror, framed in wrought iron, cloudy with age. I stepped up to it. This is what I was loking for. I placed my hand up to it, and it rippled as my hand sunk through the surface. It was cool but not cold, contrasting with the heated earth below me. I stepped into the mirror, immersing myself in the coolness of that ocean of what should have been hard, but wasn’t. I felt utterly fearless, the call still drew me forwards.

 I walked along the tall, wide tunnel, my sneakers sinkng into the sodden earth. I came to a crossroads, where many tunnels intersected my own, but that was not the oddest thing. There were children, probably hundreds of them, walking silently along the space where all the tunnels widened into one huge one. They didn’t socialize or fall out of step, or even move their eyes. I ran up to a girl clutching a teddy bear under her frail arm.

I tapped her on the shoulder. “What are you all doing here? What is this place?” I felt the first penetration of fear through the protective numbness that had gathered around me as she turned her glassy, ice-blue eyes on me and made her reply in a Drucilla from Buffy the Vampire Slayer voice.

“We are here because He wants us to be. Perhaps I shall be lucky today.” With a creepy, unsettling, high pitched giggle, the girl turned away. We came to a large cavern, the walls of which were set with emeralds, rubies and obsidian. The children all lined up, expressionless eyes trained on another tunnel that led to the cavern. From the tunnel came a hissing sound that chilled me to the bone. All at one the numbness evaporated. I wanted to run away, to get out and never have to see what comes out of that tunnel, but I was rooted in place.  Out of the darkness emerged a gigantic snake, it’s scales as brilliant green as the emeralds, its eyes as beady black as the obsidian. Its mouth stained as red as the rubies. Stained by blood. The dark eyes surveyed each child carefully, then its head shot down, and it swallowed the frail little girl with the teddy bear whole. The others looked on, dispassionately.

I exploded, my feet no longer rooted, the strange curse lifted by the heat of my anger. “How can you just stand there and watch? Don’t you have souls?”

Hundreds of indifferent eyes turned towards me as they all uttered a single word in unison.

“No.”

I was woken by Liz poking my foot and asking me why I was sleeping on the couch. I guess the lesson of this story is that I sleepwalk.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, June 30th, 2009 at 11:32 am and is filed under Ramblings, Writing.
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