Originally Posted by
EKaterina
The Night of February 11th, 2008
Well, I had somewhat unusal dreams last night. They seemed to follow a trend--they both had this odd gothic fantasy feel going with them. Which just strikes me as odd. As I am not goth, nor intend to be. Ah yes, and both of them were from the 3rd person point of view, involving random characters I don't know.
Dream 1~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The dream followed these nonsensical adventures of an ancient vampire and the Goddess of Death, and her messenger of death, in the form of a large, black cat. The three went everywhere--the vampire was pretty much acting as a tour guide of the mortal world for the goddess. In another way, it looked rather pretty in this weird, dark way. The vampire was very much a romantic, so everything he set up for them was very extravagant. It was rather funny as well because even though everything looked really dark, the vampire had an unusally flamboyant and colorful personality--and acted very metrosexual.
I can't exactly remember the plot or much of what happened and why, but I remember towards the end the vampire started trying to make something creative for the goddess to impress her. He tried his hand at Shakespearan poetry (in which scene he abruptly showed up in 14th century clothing holding a skull), but he was really bad at it. I think in the end he drew her this really kiddish stick figure drawing in crayola crayons of them with smiley faces and rainbows. The cat grinned as this amused him, but the goddess just stared at him like 'you're an idiot.'
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Dream 2~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This one is incomplete and very short as my alarm clock woke me up before it could begin. Basically there was this woman with completely white skin and only black clothes (this is why I say it's goth themed) who was a commoner. But she somehow managed to get married to this important nobleman (also with a goth look....) and they lived in this big [goth] castle. As the goth nobleman, being noble, considered himself to be higher quality than his lowly wife, he put her to work like a cinderalla (apparently, even with all his wealth, the had no servants). She was very upset, and went downstairs to clean the basement. however, when she got there, she found a vagabond or hobo or something had been living there for a while. (I think the feeling was that the hobo figured that the castle was so big, so unoccupied, and it was cold outside, so he just snuck in figuring no one would realize he was there.
Of course she was shocked and frightened and---
Alarm clock wakes me up. the end!
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