Odd Dreams Cont’d
Last night I had a dream that was really weird dream. I dreamed that the vampire Constantine and I were in Paris and…well, let’s start from the beginning.
I went to theater class, mentally reviewing what I might be doing that day. When I stepped into the class room, I knew something was wrong, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Could it be that Knicky, that annoying boy who always said that vampire books were stupid because vampires “don’t exist”, only had tentacles where his obnoxious head should have been? Or that Tulip and Delly, the girls I talk about Trueblood and Buffy with happened to have very long canines (fangs?)? Something seemed just a little off. Tulip was discussing Bill vs. Eric so I chatted with them for a while until the longing glances they were casting at my neck got a little creepy. I traipsed over to Britain (that’s a name, not a country) and whispered in his ear, “Had you noticed things are kind of weird today?”
“Hey! We heard that!” shouted Tulip and Delly.
“Sorry! But not weird in a bad way, of course! Fangs are in!” Mollified, they resumed their discussion. Britain told me, “You should be careful what you say. Vampires have great hearing.” Well, duh. But who in the room could possibly be a vampire? Anyway, Britain continued, “We have to get out of here. Let’s take the private jet!” Oooo-kay. Where did that come from? We headed outside and lo and behold, the sleek silver jet was right there in the parking lot. I climbed on board, took a seat, and decided to ask Britain, ”Where exactly are we going?”
“Anywhere you want. That’s the nce thing about running away, isn’t it?” He cast a leisurly smile towards me.
“Um…I guess so. ” A thought struck me. “What about class? We’re supposed to tell the teacher if we’re going to be absent!”
“No worries. Tulip and Delly drank her blood. So, where are we going? We need to tell the pilot soon, or he’ll take us to Antarctica.” He eyed my summer sundress sceptically.”I Hardly think your dressed for that kind of weather.”
“Your right. Well then, how about Paris? I like Paris.” Apparentely the shock of the past few minutes was getting to me. I barely ever speak in “I Like” sentances, because they are overused and pathetic. The plane ride to Paris only took a few minutes, which didn’t surprise me because I was quickly learning that nothing was impossible and that people who thought otherwise ended up with tentacles where their heads should be. Britain and I used the minutes happily bantering about who would replace our teacher if Tulip and Delly decided not to change her.
The plane landed on the roof of a lovely Parisian national landmark, and Britain took my hand to help me down. We roamed the streets of Paris, eating street food and talking merrily until Britain froze beside me. I turned towards him, my head tilted inquiringly.
” What is it? What’s wrong?” Britain raised a stiff finger and pointed through the crowds at a dark haired man who was immobile the way only vampires can be. Britain said but two words,
“He’s here” I squinted through my glasses to see who it was, and my face lit up when I recognized him. I dragged Britain through the throngs of people until we came to the dark-haired green eyed vampire, Constantine.
” Hi,” I said shyly. “You’re Constantine, right?”
“Indeed, I am.” He replied, smiling gently, obviously indulging the vampire-obsessed fangirl.
“We have to get out of here! He’ll kill us!” Britain protested.
” No, he won’t kill us,” I replied, never removing my gaze from my idol. “He’s my friend.” Britain smiled at me once more, than dissapeared in a poof of earl grey scented mist, and the echoing words, “I’m going home, then.”
“Are you hungry?” asked Constantine “Or thirsty?”
” Yes, actually I am,” I said tentativey. “But first I have a question.”
“Ask away.” said Constantine, with a gentle smile.
” Well, don’t take this the wrong way, but why are you being so nice to me?”
“It’s your dream. You don’t want me to be mean, so I’m not.”
That interested me. “So I can make you do the chicken dance in a pink tutu?” The corners of my lips quirked up mischeiviously at the mental image.
“Yes, you can,” He grimaced. “ But I would really prefer you not.”
” All right I won’t” I said giddily. “but no promises on not making you play American Idol Encore with me later!”
Heaving a long suffering sigh, Constantine picked my ecstatic self up and ran with vampire speed to a lovely little cafe, where I was just beginning the first of the 8 courses planned for me, and Con had just started his Trueblood (yes, I know, book overlap and all that, but as Con said, it’s my dream!), then I was woken up.
I must say, this dream was considerably better than the other one. I must say though, I should have made Con do the chicken dance in a pink tutu. That would have been hilarious!
July 2nd, 2009Topic: Vampires, Writing Tags: Vampires, Writing
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