Since I was young, I've been collecting dreamcatchers. I believe heavily in them; I have not had a nightmare since my first dreamcatcher was nailed above my bed. Now I have numerous dreamcatchers that litter my wall. Every night now, laying in my warm bed beside my husband, I have had these strange dreams that fascinate me to no end. Some of which seem to include vegetables taking over the earth, large trips in my car to places with huge hills and busy streets, airports that turn into water parks, zombies, tornados, and my favorite: the lycanthrope wars.
It seems that 75% of my dreams end with some sort of lycanthrope clusterfuck. The other night after my husband went to work at 5am, I went to sleep and had a very particular dream that made me smile. I felt invigorated, refreshed in a way that made no sense, and almost like the queen of the world for just a moment after opening my eyes. This is what I dreamed.
Out in the woods, around a raging fire, we skinned and fed the flames the meat of the animals we had hunted. At first, I thought we were all human. When word came to me that my husband was captured, I gathered up my things and made my way to this rather small looking building. But upon second glances, I realized in the interior of the dark building it was huge. Stairs upon stairs and rooms never ending; I started to search. A problem quickly arose when I met an army of orange suited beings, the orange suits resembling hazmat. Er, yeah. What the hell?
These hazmat freaks took after me. The only way out were the stairs, and trying to climb up in the air ducts without them noticing. To further make things odd, I investigated who and what they were an found out I was dealing with vampires. Wonderful. So, I made my way, realizing that the vampires had instilled humans to help them do their dirty work. Shifting into my lycan form was bizarre, and for some reason my brain gave me a huge rack which I for sure in reality do not have. In human form, my chest size was incredibly accurate, so to my knowledge I think my brain sees my lycan form as a more sensual and perfect...me.
Finding a number of these humans in hazmat suits, I turned them with a couple bites. A moment of my dream went blank, but returning, I was fighting and killing some of these vampires. Returning to my human form, I went to the basement. The basement, for reasons unknown, was a gigantic meat locker with human workers pulling hooks and chains. I found some of the humans I had turned into lycans and talked to them. They began to tell me that my husband was somewhere in this area; he was going to be processed into vampire food!
"awe hell nah!"
Southern belle to the rescue! I leapt onto the meat mounds, climbing up to give a look over. I could see containers of blood and tubes that they drained into. They led into the upstairs rooms; I was sure that's where the vampires stayed when they weren't working, or maybe that's where vamplings were staying, feeding to gain heir new found strengths. It smelled so strongly of iron and meat, like when you open up a pack of ground beef and can smell the freshness of its entirety. And there he was, tucked up on top of the bodies of lycans they had been stealing. The queen vampire caught me, making the humans scramble. I called for help, howling out in distress. Windows broke, and loud thumps echoed. My tribe was here! And the humans I had turned were viciously tearing away their hazmat suits, fur and jaws extending as well as their heighth.
It was a war, one I was worried we'd lose. We were outnumbered. But as flesh was torn and blood was spilled, it seemed that the vampires had no hold against our voracious appetite for destruction. I led the revolution, killing almost every one of them. The queen's heart was in my hands, squeezing out its last few pumps as the remaining vampires and vamplings fled from their coven home. I shook my husband, who looked at me and smiled.
And then I woke up...
Awesome. I loved it.
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