I Had To Save Them

Last night's dream was so real that I felt things. I have these dreams occasionally -- where I feel the fabric of what I'm wearing, or the weight of something in my hand, or the physical activity like running or swimming. They always creep me out because they're so real.

I dreamed last night that I was at the ocean. It was nighttime, and the moon had risen over the water. There was a house at the beach, and a long wall to the side. I was running to avoid a large group of...

vampire zombies.

And they had been good people -- Prince Edmund, Queen Lucy, and friends I had known. I didn't want to hurt them, so I ran. I ran until I got to the ocean, which they were loathe to wade into.

One of my friends (a guy friend, but I'm not sure which one) told me that we had a chance to save them. It would be difficult, but it could be done. I had to ignore the ghosts of those already gone, and I had to do what I was told no matter how crazy it sounded.

We ran to the house and put more clothes on -- protection against the cold wind and water, and hopefully, bites. I grabbed a light blue terrycloth robe. The sleeves were tight on my arms. I felt the softness and thickness of the robe.

Then I was handed a sword (a plastic one) and a lance (a real one -- long, black, and sharp). We had to fight them.

I stood out in the shallow water, feeling the slap of it against my legs as the sound roared in my ears. One of my friends approached me. She was almost gone, completely transformed into a monster. She had a massive axe, a real one. I knew I didn't stand much of a chance, but I had to save her.

I evaded for a few moments but then got angry at how horrible this all was. I got a jab in with the lance and winced as the blood started dripping. She swung her axe and I leapt under it, grabbing her legs and taking her down.

Somehow, she returned to herself and begged me to save Edmund. Of course, we couldn't let the zombie vampires know our plan so we had to pretend like she was dead, and that meant that he was in a rage because I'd killed his sister.

I got a bigger, real sword this time. Edward wasn't going to go down without a real fight. I went back to the house where my friend gave me a huge bouquet of pink roses. Edward barged in and I just barely managed to hide her - I handed her the bouquet and she held it up in front of her face.

Edward and squared off outside again, this time in deeper water, up close to my knees. The vampire zombies were weakened somewhat in water.

Edward and I clashed. I was careful to keep away from his teeth, and he was careful of the lance I held in my left hand. I got fed up again and went berserk, toppling him.

With those two saved, I entered a large building to somehow save the rest of them. There was an enormous, wide brown marble staircase, like the inside of a bank, and there were ghosts rushing here and there.

I was told to ignore whatever they said - they'd just be trying to dissuade me from what I was doing.

And then Stu turned the corner.

He was wearing one of his favorite blue shirts. He smiled a big smile and came down the steps to me, talking like we'd been apart for a few days and had a lot to catch up on. My heart shattered, again. Was he a ghost? I couldn't listen to him. I couldn't stay. I couldn't let him dissuade me from saving the others.

I cried out, I was in so much pain. He was so real.

I don't remember what happened, but I couldn't let him go. I think I grabbed his hand and raced on to where I was supposed to be, and somehow, I think I managed to save everyone that I could.

Then I woke up.