Jeez, the past two times I’ve slept I dreamed of dying. Last night I dreamed that I committed suicide and during today’s depression nap I had a dream I’d had before (or a dream I dreamed I’d had before, at least) where someone else and I were stealing things from the neighborhood and some old man eventually finds us and kills us. The old man is different every time I dream this dream, but he always has two hot assistants. This time they were vampires.
I knew what was coming and I was a little nervous during the dream, knowing that it was a recurring dream, about the old man inevitably catching up with us. But I went along with my companion anyway (who, oddly enough, was Casper from the movie Kids. A movie I haven’t seen in… 20+ years)
If I’ve actually had this dream before, the old man was different. Last time he was a wizard, this time he was some kind of vampire and so were his hot assistants/minions. Weird.
A Lion's Roar 