Nov 14, 2005 08:56
I am a vampire who is desperately seeking a normal life, or at least have people accept me as a vampire.
I do not kill people. I drink blood yes, but I do not kill my subjects nor turn them into vampires. I suppose this is what makes me a 'good' vampire vs. a 'bad' vampire.
The story starts out as a high school friend of mine, Courtney Stubbs, and I are dancing together and some blonde, thin, preppy girls come and try to kill me! They chase me away from Courtney. I know I am only safe with her so I try to double back and find her. I fly, frightened, to her second story dorm window and try to open it but it wonÂt open.
I see one of the girls priming and arrow and I try to flee. I am too slow! She fires and I feel it hit my back. It is then that I wake up.
I feel the desperation and fear still. I fight for air. The Arrow is still in my back.
This was before I was diagnosed with Fibro-Cystic Breast Disease. The pain during a flare up can travel to right below my scapula, where in this dream, the arrow hit me. 4-5 years later, I would find out about the disease.
Could this be a sign of being elf-shot? I think so.
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