My Dream That Happens Alot
It is dark. I'm sleeping but a sound wakes me up. My therapist says I should write this here but I don't know why as it seems dumb. Bright neon red lights flash at me like on the top of a police cruiser, but not attached. I hear sirens. I hear water gushing. Suddenly, blood is crashing down on me. Over and over. I can smell and feel it and hear it. It sickens me. Then, Count Dracula appears. He hovers over my bed and whispers words in an arcane language to me. I don't understand him but I want to. His teeth and fangs glisten just like in the movies. He inches closer and instead of biting my neck, he bites my breasts. Searing hot bites. Over and over until there is nothing left. Then I am walking all bloodied on a beach. The water is blood, the sand is bloody. The rocks are jagged and glass bottles all broken line the way. I don't want the water to touch me. Little kids are going into the water. One after the other and disappearing. I call for them to stop and they ignore me. Every one of them is drowned. I see their corpses washing ashore and they are bloodied and dead. I run. Faster and faster and faster until I see the grass. There is no blood but there are dead bugs lining the way. The bugs get bigger and bigger until they are mammoth and extraordinary. They crunch under my feet- I can feel them. I walk. For a long time and see no one but dead zombies and vampires. Finally, I arrive at Walmart. There is a line to get in. I wait. It seems like forever. It's my turn to get in and a vampire asks if I have my ticket. I lift my shirt to show my breasts and I get in. All they are selling are used cars. Broken and used. I buy one and drive away. I drive forever. I end up in the desert. It begins to rain blood. I scream. Then, I always wake up. What does it all mean?