If you insist.
The whole setting of the nightmare was some kind of dark garden, a macabre version of those castle ones, forming a giant labyrinth full of plants.
I was the killer, a vampire from what I could understand from the dream, I was seeing through his eyes, smelling through his nose and feeling throughout his whole being, and it was one of the most vivid dreams I've ever had, although I don't quite think I had non-vivid dreams.
I sensed the heartbeats and the fear from each one of my friends trapped in the maze, I was hungry for their life, their blood. So, I decided to turn the already creepy garden into a slaughterhouse, stalking the ones that lagged behind the group, and silently killing them, while savoring their blood. Might I add now, it tasted like nothing I've ever tasted until now, so exhilarating and delicious.
And I chased, and I killed them, one by one, in the most brutal ways his warped mind could imagine, and I enjoyed every single moment of it. ( I will add this now, but one of my friends inside this dream, we weren't friends. Yet. In fact, I would only meet him, I think, 4 or 6 years in the future.)
Finally, I was the only one left, so I pursued myself, my other body. Eventually I found it, and I stared down at my scared eyes, and, suddenly, I was myself again, staring at his huge and terrifying form. Just as he lunged forward to kill me, too, the nightmare was over, and I was in my bed, sweating and panting.
That's it, hm.
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