Lionlite463

Sean, my twin sister Frankie, and I went to visit a friend's house in a different town. This was a person I didn't really know, and they lived in a very broken-down area of the city, but we visited for a very long time. Unfortunately it was getting dark byt the time we wanted to leave and our friend insisted that we stay because there were vampires that lived down the road. They were miserable creatures that hated what they were but still needed to survive, so they only attacked people who were outside at night. If there was no one outside, then the vampires would have no meal for the day. It was sort of an unspoken agreement between the citizens of the town and the vampires that the vampires would only attack the stupid people who went outside at night and were probably causing trouble anyways. So nobody really went outside at night, and those that did were chosen for dinner.

Sean, Frankie, and I chose to go out anyway. We weren't scared, just a little anxious. We go tin our car and began driving. Right away I knew they were aware of us being outside, so I urged Sean to find shelter, quick. He obliged. We ended up about two blocks down the street and got out. People were looking at us like we were morons, but we ignored them and went into a building that I can only describe as a warehouse. This was apparently the place most homeless people went at night, since even they refused to be vampire dinner, and some of them had even formed some sort of vampire committee in the rooms in a level below. Though some vampires may have sneaked into ground floor of the warehouse every once in a while, no vampire had ever set foot down below, so we chose to go downward.

We found a small band of people who didn't look homeless at all, but who were gathered around the table discussing vampires. They merely nodded their acknowledgement of our presence and continued their plot on how to rid themselves of the vampires. if the vampires really hated what they did, they would quit feeding on humans and let themselves die. Self-sacrifice for the good of humanity. Since they didn't care enough to stop their feeding habits, however, the people felt it was their duty to kill the vampires.
I mentally agreed that it wasn't right for the vampires to feed on humans... however, I reflected that it was a common occurance in the natural world for the strongest species to prey on the weaker ones, so why did the humans feel it was so morally wrong for the vampires - the stronger species - to feed on the humans? However, self-preservation was a natural thing for any species, vampires and humans alike, so it was natural for the vampires to want to feed, and for the humans to not want to be fed on. I felt that it was hypocritical for the humans to regard the vampires' self-preservation as less valid than their own; besides, how many humans if ever faced with a similar dilemma as the vampires would choose to let themselves die instead of hurting others? Most humans are too selfish... so very few would actually contradict their self-preservative nature and let themselves die for the greater good.

Right after this long moment of reflection, my nature of self-preservation kicked in and agreed that the vampire problem needed to be fixed. Apparently the only solution was located way down below in the dungeons. Nobody knew what this solution was because nobody had ever come back from the dungeons. All died valiantly in the process of finding it.

Sean and I decided to go down there, as well as a few other people in the group. What we found down there was not exactly what I was expecting. Though there were a few monsters and deadly traps, these monsters were weak and the traps were easily avoidable. We lost a couple unsuspecting men in the very beginning, but after that the rest of us stayed on our toes well-enough to avoid everything. What stumped us the most were puzzles and levers... sort of like a Legend of Zelda dungeon. The main obstacle I can remember is a large, highly-decorated room with for lit candles on stands on the outside of a circle in the middle of the room. On each wall there were giant, similarly-decorated doors, 3 silver and one bronze door. We split up and each explored the different doors, but I was the only one that chose the bronze door. It had a large design of a monster on the front, a giant handle like a steering wheel, and a large red button on a stand to the side. I tried the handle, but it wouldn't budge, so out of curiosity I punched the red button. Cold air flooded in from the sides of the door as it suddenly screeched open, and the next thing I knew is that I was feebly dodging between the giant feet of a stampede of giant stone constructs, all blackish-grey, and probably 20-feet tall each. None of them seemed aggressive, merely intent on charging forward through the door without even a downward glance at us. It seemed there were endless numbers of them, so in a panic I pressed the red button again. The bronze door flung itself shut, blocking anymore of the constructs from coming in. When I turned around I didn't see any of the creatures still in the room, so I figured they must have gone through the door on the other side; all of the men in my group seemed highly frazzled, but shook their heads at me. Sean came up to me, and urged me to take his hand like I was a child in a grocery store touching too many things. We all decided to go through one of the silver doors instead.

I don't remember anything in particular that was through that door, but I know it took us through a long series of frustrating obstacles that left us weary and disappointed at the end, especially when we found out that it led to nowhere. We knew we had to turn back and go through that bronze door anyway. This time when we got back to the center room, we all stood prepared for what was to come as Sean went boldly forward to press the red button. This time, since we were expecting the giant stone constructs to come stampeding through the door, so we calmly stood off to the side and watched them... We were calm enough to notice now that the constructs simply dissipated in the air as they charged into the room; not only that, but there were less than ten of them, coming from a col environment on the other side of the door. We were all relieved... it must have been an illusion... and we headed forward through the bronze door.

There's another break in my memory, but the next image in my mind is of Sean's hand grabbing a silver door handle in front of us. Somehow, my mother was the third and only other person in our party now as he opened the door and we left the dark tunnel - into a glowing, bright-white indoor mall. Though I was extremely confused to find this place underground, Sean and I were elated to see that the store directly in front of us was a Gamestop.

We explored the mall for a short time and discovered that this small mall was in reality a self-sufficient little village of people, where each of the employees lived in homes above their respective stores. It didn't take us long to find a traditional gaming store either, filled with people already in the middle of card games, board games, RPGS, and whatever else. Mom decided to stand outside, having the preconception that many RPG games are "evil" in nature or whatever, but Sean and I gladly went in and joined different games. I chose to watch a card game for a while before joining in on a board game, while Sean joined in an an RPG right away.

We played for what seemed like a ling time before Sean firmly set down his game piece and stood up. "I got it," he said to me across the room. "I understand now."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Come one, we can go now," he said, motioning me to follow.
"What do you understand? Why are we leaving?" I took his arm and followed him out the door. He, Mom and I quickly began our trek back through the mall, through the door we came in, into the dungeon, and up to the surface. We passed by the vampire committee and the homeless people without hardly a word, except for Sean telling them " We found the solution." And we left the building before they had even begun their celebration of our return alive.
A few more things happened before we woke up, but I don't remember any of it. All I remember is continuing ask Sean what he meant, what the solution was, and why he wouldn't tell me...

So much happened!

I remember waking up in bed with Sean, except he didn't look like Sean. He was still black, but he was tall and very muscular, with a large muscular chest, and I don't think he was completely human. He kept bothering me to get up because he had company coming. So we both got up and he started putting on some awesome clothes, some sort of weird armor that was a mixture of spartan and space elements, medallions, and other things I don't remember. He was some sort of military commander.

The next thing I knew he was gone and there were two other women standing off in the corner of the room; I was in a drab shirt/gown, picking up handfuls and handfuls of tiny dice from a table behind me and pouring them onto what was once the bed but was something else now. The two women kept nagging each other. One kept complaining about "Why can't I have this?" or "Why can't I be that?" while the other answered annoyedly "Because you don't have enough this" or "You haven't had training for that." Their auras were similar to that of two guys I know, Tyler and Scott, respectively.

I think that's when Sean came back. "We're moving the men out," he proclaimed. "Your men and your men," he pointed to 'Tyler' and 'Scott,' "will be headed for (some place I don't remember), and I'll send my men to (some other place I don't remember... I'm horrible at these kind of details...)." He was referring to little lego men on a game board, I reflected in my mind's eye.
"What about my little guy? He teamed up with you guys yesterday," I told Sean meekly. 'Scott' answered instead.
"He can't go with because he never fully declared his alliance with us by moving his residence to our base," he said. I knew this base was a place where my little guy would have had to risk his life and relationships to get to, and the both of us had been naive enough to think that he could be a part of this group without actually risking his life. This was no regular army, but a group of rogue soldiers who were fighting against the government.

I gave Sean a pleading look. Why hadn't he told me this?

"He's right," Sean said, "You should have known this." He turned to leave, and waved for Scott and Tyler to follow him. Sean was always the unbiased man, I reflected half-proud of him but still disappointed.

The next thing I remember is watching my Mom play a video game where her character (which looked similar to Sock Boy) was flying through the air in a Jungle area; she soon maneuvered him so that he landed on his belly on a vine-slide and slid down it for a long time as it twisted and weaved in various directions. Suddenly it wasn't a game anymore. My consciousness was following him to this hidden wooden structure that was half-built into a cave, where we could hear this monstrous noise from inside, growling and snarling and destroying things. I knew this was the place where all the sacred dice were kept. I waited silently outside until the monster emerged. He was big and ugly, and giant brownish mass of teeth, thick limbs, and ooze, looking around with only one eye. He sensed my presence (even though I had no body at this point), and charged in my direction, so I turned and ran. I needed to tell someone.

The next thing I remember is my consciousness following a gorgeous black woman as she soared through the sky. She reminded me of Storm from the X-Men, except she had really long, dark-brown hair. And she looked angry. She landed on a ledge on top of a very tall building on which one of the women from earlier stood waiting for her. This second women no longer held the aura of Scott or Tyler... I didn't recognize her at all. My focus was on the black woman, her thick, sexy lips; her white lipstick; round, piercing eyes; thin, strong arms; a long, slender, sexy neck; and the tints of grey weaved in with the few braids in her hair. This woman was in her early forties but still seemed very strong. She approached the other woman - who was not fully human - and got right in her face. She began blaming the other woman for the monster in the dice keep, demanding to know who had leaked its location and why. The other woman became furious and tried to defend herself. Finally she got right back into the first woman's face and put her foot down.
"I CHOSE to work (with whatever organization at some specific time which I don't remember) so I could HELP you protect it, to work WITH you!"
The black woman took a step back, knowing she was wrong to have blamed the second woman. But she was still angry.
That's when my mother woke me up.

My boyfriend Sean and I were on the shore of some beach, searching for seashells. We had already collected many, but were sent back to look for more because the previous ones were either not enough or not the right ones. My most prominent memory of this dream is a close-up of Sean, bent down serenely on the shore to pick up a shell as the waves lapped onto his legs. He was still wearing his sneakers and his pant-legs weren't even rolled up. But he looked so calm, like an angel, as his dark skin gleamed in the low sunlight. My dream self was somewhere behind him, minding her own business and searching for shells...

I was standing out of the door frame of a small-ish vehicle floating out in the middle of a lake. Two other people were with me, whom I didn't recognize but I knew they were my friends, one guy and one girl. I wasn't myself, for the most of the dream. I felt like a guy. My consciousness kept flickering back to myself, but for the most part I felt like I was a guy I know in real life named Shane.
The three of us were on a mission to meet someone - Satan. Images of magazine covers and internet articles flashed in my mind's eye with 'Satanism' and similar titles in big bold letters. I knew that the writers of those articles knew very little of their subject matter, that it was all just religious hype and media frenzy... but I knew. In fact I was on my way to meet the man right now.
I could see a small group of figures across the water, hovering above the surface, all in white tunics and slouchy pants pulled in at the ankles... like the style of clothing Indian men sometimes wear. He was among them, feigning unawareness of our approach. Suddenly my two partners had to use the bathroom. They didn't know whom we were approaching and thus weren't afraid, but they jumped out of the car and swam back to shore. I grit my teeth in disappointment that they had left me at the most inconvenient time. I couldn't fight Him alone, and he knew it, too. As soon as I took my eyes off of my friends' backs, I knew he was coming for me. Before I was all the way turned around to face him he was already hovering over the hood of my car - it was a blueish SUV, I think. My breath caught for a second... his grin and pitch-black eyes could freeze the blood, but... the rest of him...
He was bald and pale, with soft features, and the glowing white tunic only served to make him appear more harmless. He wasn't here to kill me. My male consciousness opened his mouth and began bad-mouthing the king of the underworld, causing me to mentally face-palm. As stupid as it was to use sarcasm against the man who was probably the inventor of hurtful language, I couldn't stop my alter-ego. Our opponent's grin turned sour at such disrespect; he and my alter-ego shared a heated conversation which I cannot recall, but then I knew it was time to stop this. His slight unamusement did not prevent his tunic from emitting an almost-blinding glow from the sunlight.
I ducked our body back into the car and began frantically shutting the doors and windows. It didn't help. I knew He could drown us in a second. He didn't though. Instead he forced the passenger-side window down without hardly a twitch of a muscle, and lowered himself to stare me in the eyes. My alter-ego broke loose with insults again, much to my displeasure. Lucifer's frown slowly turned upward and my heart began to thump against my chest. Suddenly the passenger side door (upon which I was leaning) flung open as Lucifer took a mid-air-step backwards. "Oops, your door is open," he chimed, in the most soothing, melodic male voice I have ever heard, and he floated away with a soft chuckle. Only then did the car begin to sink. I quickly crawled to the driver's side and opened the door. As I stood up to jump off, the water began to get wild and I could see my friends beginning to wade back to the car, too engulfed in conversation to notice the danger.
"Guys! Don't come any closer!" I called to them. They stopped, confused, as I jumped out and swam to them. I was surprised at how fast I could even though I usually can't swim at all. just as I had reached them and stood up to explain what had just happened, my male friend noticed our sinking car. He placed a rough hand on my head and dunked me under water again.
"THIS is for letting our car go to waste!" he growled at me as I struggles to get out of his grip. I was not afraid of drowning, but I became even more angry the longer he held me underwater. Finally he released me. I stood up and passed him to hide myself behind a building nearby on the beach.
Lucifer hadn't meant to kill me, though he could have in an instant, I reflected. But my friends had just deeply hurt me by not even giving me a chance to explain myself and blaming me after I had come so close to Death. I would just let them go back out to try to save the car, and let them face the same peril I had just escaped from. I would never speak to them again.