I can't remember the last time I had a nightmare. Well, yesterday I couldn't. Then last night I ended up having one. So it goes I suppose.

I was in my house and, let's just talk about cliche nightmares here, a serial killer broke into my house and took me hostage. He was torturing me and I, to say the least, was not having a very good time at all. This seemed to go on for some time and I'd rather not get into the gory little details.

Anyway, I kept trying to escape and each time I did I found my plan to be foiled, thwarted, done fer.

At some point in dream-time, one of my best friends came into the house when the serial killer was gone. I was tied up and he assured me things would be okay. We heard him coming so we climbed out a back window and hopped over a neighbors fence.

The neighbors on the other side greeted us and were friendly enough.

Somehow we managed to escape that mess, however the killer continued to stalk me for what seemed like a very long time.

He did find me again and ended up biting me and turning me into... a vampire. Yes, I had a dream I was a vampire guys.

ANYWAY. I wasn't really thirsting for blood, oddly enough. I remember I really wanted to go to this show and I was trying to bargain with some people about buying tickets off them. Somehow all my friends had joined and we were all buying tickets. I had difficulties avoiding sunlight in the streets as I voyaged and searched for someone to sell me a ticket.

I ended up in a glass house. I had my dog with me and a man came out of a room to tell me I was making far too much noise.