Thread: 02/19/2009 - "A Slayer in the Making"

02/19/2009

Dream Three:
”A Slayer in the Making”

(Bit of a long one, but such an awesome dream.)
I was at a party at a huge mansion, and the majority of the people who inhabited the mansion seemed to be German. There was this petite, really pretty brunette there, who had her eye on me. (It wasn’t until I woke up and recalled the girl’s face that I actually realized it was Mitzie – playing a different character. She was on cam last night, and was obviously fresh in my mind.) Most of the hosts of the party were really drunk and rowdy. “Mitzie” and I talked for a little while, and it soon became obvious that we were pretty infatuated with each other. She ended up telling me that she was in some kind of trouble, and needed her dad to give her $22,000, but that she could not ask him for it. She asked me to do it for her. I was reluctant at first, but I finally agreed.

We went downstairs and I talked to her dad, ending up asking for the money. Without much persuasion, he wrote out a check for me to give to his daughter. She was standing off to the side, and I saw her motion with her hands and mouth for me to ask him for $55,000 instead, seeing that he was giving out the money. I didn’t feel comfortable with this, though, after having just hand over 22 grand, and I took the check, thanked him for his daughter, and walked away. There was a short conversation with “Mitzie” and some other lady, where the other lady was shocked that the father would just give me $2,200 and I kept having to remind her that it was $22,000.

Later, back upstairs, I was in a huge room that looked a lot like classroom inside the house – it even had a green chalkboard and an overhead projector. There was a small room connected to this one, where many of the German in habitants were just getting shitfaced. There was a bed and a tub in this small room and I got the impression that many of them were either gay or bisexual, because they were all guys, and some of them were sleeping naked in a bed together, and others were taking a drunken bath with each other – though there was no actual, sexual activity going on. But some of them were so drunk that they were throwing up, just wherever they were. I mean sloppy drunk. I was just kind of walking through this scene with astonishment, and I heard a bunch of snickering coming from near the bathtub area. A bunch of them were looking at me, and one of them was offering me a piece of candy. At first, I was saying I didn’t want it, but he kept insisting…and I could hear the stifled snickering continuing. Finally, I just agreed but, after taking it, and looking at the candy, which looked crushed and spoiled, I put two and two together (the state of the candy and the snickering) and figured that they were about to try to play some prank on me. I then simply said “Nah, actually I changed my mind” and I threw the candy in the trash and walked out of the room.

I walked through the other, classroom-esque area – which had about a dozen long tables in it – and went through another door. This led me outside onto a balcony. It was dawn outside, and the mansion sat right beside a forest. As I was outside, just getting some air, a seemingly secret panel creaked open, a few feet from me, and I looked over to see “Mitzie” peeking out from the opening. She beckoned my closer with her free hand, and I walked over to the small door, ducking inside and into a small compartment in the wall with her. She wore a tiny black dress with her hair down, and this compartment had pictures and pillows strewn around it, as if it were a little hideaway. We spent some time talking, and she told me a story about her past, having been brought over to America, and some of the trouble she’d had in her family. She said that this small room was where she went when she wanted to get away from it all. After talking to her for some time, I leaned in and kissed her lips. It was obviously unexpected, and she pulled away apprehensively. She then immediately apologized, and said that she was simply startled. Still showing a bit of apprehension, she leaned in toward me and kissed me with all the passion that she felt she missed in the first one. After making out for a while, she took off her top. She had these strange marks in her body which ran over her shoulders and down her arms – almost like scars, but in perfect patterns. I ran my fingers along her body, and ended up kneeling behind her, kneading a massage into her bare back and sides with my fingertips, rubbing my fingers just down around the sides of her breasts before bringing them down and around to her back again. Suddenly, she appeared startled and looked toward the secret door. She whispered that “somebody is listening to us” and I stopped what I was doing, my eyes fixed on the door as well. The door suddenly flew open, and a pair of arms thrust inside the space, grabbing me by my legs and pulling me outside of the compartment, and in through the large double doors that led back into the classroom area.

The room was now filled with people…and they all looked very pissed at me. They were all dressed in medieval garb, and some of the men were wearing armor and weapons. The story came out that they were all vampires (so how they came to grab me when the secret space was outside on the balcony, in the daytime, is beyond me) and that I had completely offended them for being so intimate with one of their own, being that I was human. The men in this room were really intimidating, looking like barbarians. Even the women had a sort of look as if they wanted to rip my face off. Apparently, I had to die for committing what was obviously a crime against their coven.

Before I knew it, the entire room launched a full-on attack at me. There were easily 20 – 25 vampires in this room, and they converged on me like vultures on a fresh carcass. I knew I had to either defend myself, or I was going to get torn apart, right here and now. Suddenly, time slowed down. I saw all of these bodies streaming in toward me, many of whom had blades of all shapes and sizes. With no other choice, I went on an offensive as well, but even though everything was in slow motion, I was able to move and react just a fraction of a second faster than the horde of vampires, though my awareness seemed to stay in real time. It was as if my body moved at ½ real time, and the vampires moved at 1/3. Needless to say, this gave me one hell of an advantage. The entire battle remained in this slow motion. The first guy came in toward me, and had a long blade attached to his forearm, replacing an obviously severed hand. Able to move faster than he, I dodged his attack and broke his arm in a way I don’t remember, ripping the bladed prosthetic from his wrist and wielding it in my hands like a sword. From there, I continued to fight my way through the room, dodging attacks by ducking and spinning – all at but a fraction of real time – and going straight for deathblows. At the ratio of the speed we were fighting, this entire room full of vamps was completely outmatched. I was running and jumping all over the place, maneuvering around this horde just a little bit faster than they could chase me. At one point, I even ran horizontally across the chalkboard to get around a few of my attackers.

The ease at which I cut through these vamps was amazing. It was to the point where one of them would lunge at me (again, all in slow motion) and I would sidestep him. Then, while he was flying slowly passed me, I would make three quick slices through the air, effectively cutting his body into three sections as he was still soaring through the air, then I’d move on to the next attacker. As easy as this may seem, there was still an entire room full of vamps descending upon me, so I had to keep moving. Everything was a matter of dodging, parrying, and unloading a series of slashes upon whoever was closest to me. I attempted for blows that I was sure would kill vamps, such as cutting off their heads or stabbing them through the heart, but I couldn’t always be as accurate as I wished. So, if I missed a clean cut across a neck, I would hack away at their heads until there was nothing left – essentially cutting a head into about 4 sections in a quick combination, before evading another vamp’s attacks.

I ended up coming to a table where many of the female vamps had been sitting, and they were (still, at a speed just barely slower than my own lunging at me with fangs bared. I almost hate to say how easy it was to take them out. A (relatively) quick series of slashes cut through their heads and torsos, slicing them into sections. It was right around here that things returned to normal speed. In a macabre twist of pattern, the female vampires – those of which still had portions of their heads intact, began huddling over each other, crying about their coming deaths, trying to lick and suck at each others’ gaping wounds as if doing so would prolong their demise. (easily one of the strangest, most fucked up images I’ve ever had in dream…ever.. I mean, when I say they were “missing parts of their heads” I mean they looked like the demons in Constantine. One of them I even split down the middle, so it was two sides of a head trying to lick the wounds from another vampiress. And there were three of them huddled together, doing the same thing to each other. Not an image I’ll easily forget. An important thing to mention, though, was that during this entire battle, I don’t remember any blood. I saw severed limbs and the bone and tissue within, but no blood.) My attention fell back upon the rest of the fight, but now things were in real time. I began to feel that the blade I was using – which had no handle, only the cupped piece that fitted onto the vamp’s forearm, was beginning to get cumbersome to hold. I slowly weaved myself toward a vamp with a full sword, killed him, and took it from him, trading my blade for it.

There was one particular vamp who I found particularly intimidating. He actually reminded me of Lucian from Underworld – except he was a vamp instead of a Lycan. He had dual blades like Lucian, and when I saw him bearing down on me, I actually ran the other way. I could hear one of the other vamps in the fray taunting me, saying “Yeah, you better run!” This guy just expelled ‘badass’ all around him, and I felt it best to take out the grunts first. At one point, I lost sight of the Lucian-like vamp, fighting off another one. What I didn’t know was that “Lucian” had snuck up behind me. When I noticed him, I slung a kick back in his direction, parrying the other vamp’s blade with my own, but “Lucian” grabbed my oncoming foot, slammed it down on a nearby table, and drove a stake of his own down through my lower leg. I screamed in pain and drew my leg back, but continued fighting as ferociously as I could with the injury.

The dream began fading as the fight continued, until it finally dissolved and I awoke.[/quote]