Dream Last Night.
I had a weird dream last night. It was sort of haunting, beautiful, and extremely depressing all at once, not to mention a bit scary.
I was living at this apartment building and there was a party going on. I don't know how, but I found myself over there, I think I was invited by a neighbor, but it was a bit of a dangerous party. The people there were all people of the night, all related to or vampires themselves. There was this young woman who appeared to be about my age sitting on a large indention in the wall where a window was. It was one of those spots where two people could sit comfortably and I joined her. I don't remember how I got there or the reasons exactly other than I thought she was beautiful. I didn't know much about her other than she looked like the saddest person I've known, and I remember in the dream that I was warned about her. Something about her depression and anger, if I were to misstep or play her false it would be my end. We started talking and telling me of her life and I kept her gaze, I had to stare into her eyes, and I was entranced by her story. (albeit I cannot remember it now). It seemed as though she was a prisoner though. She remembered things she did not have, and things she would not be able to do. The others at the party seemed to defer to her and grant her wide berth. At one point we moved to a table and she was showing me old news clippings and drinking tea. Something about she could taste nothing else. It was a really depressing dream.
Troy.
I was living at this apartment building and there was a party going on. I don't know how, but I found myself over there, I think I was invited by a neighbor, but it was a bit of a dangerous party. The people there were all people of the night, all related to or vampires themselves. There was this young woman who appeared to be about my age sitting on a large indention in the wall where a window was. It was one of those spots where two people could sit comfortably and I joined her. I don't remember how I got there or the reasons exactly other than I thought she was beautiful. I didn't know much about her other than she looked like the saddest person I've known, and I remember in the dream that I was warned about her. Something about her depression and anger, if I were to misstep or play her false it would be my end. We started talking and telling me of her life and I kept her gaze, I had to stare into her eyes, and I was entranced by her story. (albeit I cannot remember it now). It seemed as though she was a prisoner though. She remembered things she did not have, and things she would not be able to do. The others at the party seemed to defer to her and grant her wide berth. At one point we moved to a table and she was showing me old news clippings and drinking tea. Something about she could taste nothing else. It was a really depressing dream.
Troy.