Dream Life

Date: 12/12/2017

I was taking a class and there was a girl there who had written 4 almost 5 books already by the time she was 19. She presently was 19 and she was very pretty and famous. They were already making on leave of her books, about red riding hood as a horror tale, into a movie and she was staring in it. I think she also played the one of the villains. I recall the scene being shot in the subway, where the villian, some shining blue woman in the forest, comes across the heroine and kills her. Yeah they stopped the subway to shoot that scene, apparently the subway made a good forest. I lived with my grandmother, or hers, or something in this big Victorian house. It didn't start out big but soon got bigger and bigger the longer we were there. She was staying with us, it was my grandmother I think, and I was very excited to have here there. I was starting to lime her romantically and I wanted to tell her but every time I got around her she began to speak like a 4 year old, treating me as if I was her nanny. It was slightly disconcerting because I knew she was intelligent and well spoken. She had long fawn hair. I remembered I had an uncle also living with us as I went through the rooms to find hers. I was going to talk to her. But I kept finding more people living there. I did bump into her and we were shocked all of the sudden by everyone being a Vampire. It was a bit scary but more surprising. Somehow I get caught up in this ancient treasure hunt, some guys are after something, and I'm after something and it turns out they were found or buried right beside each other. These guys, I'd call them bad guys, want everything though and want what I find too. I don't want to give it to them but I cooperate just to find it. It's a cup, I've been carrying it around and place it back where time was found in the dirt beside a train track. The cup winks and opens up this well into the earth through the bottom of time, and up pours a river of gold. The bad guys forget their artifact which they can ant get to work and go after mine. At first we treat it like lava, well they do and caution me, but I finally teach in and grab it and it's this gel like substance, a wall of tiny, which I pull and pull and finally pull out and draped over my arms. It's movable and they are eager to get it back to their lair? Lab? Idk. These guys are after money and trick me into robbing my own grandmother. Well maybe I'm the guest now, or maybe they trick the girl. Anyway I do what they say, afraid of them doing something threatening, but time don't like it. I ask my grandmother to use her computer, I use my card to buy something at a corner store for $3 and somehow it opens up her computer to being hacked. They put a virus on my card and now can drain her account for themselves. But I do think like this and decide to catch them in their own trap. The girl is going to a premier of her book and we are going to catch the bad guys with a hack of our own. Or we already did and then we went to celebrate. My grandmother is played by Meryl Strep in the dream and she owns a candy/cookie sweet story under her mansion. I go crazy over chocolate covered pretzels for my birthday, we having a standing joke apparently, that she forgot to include them on the cake last year. I eat a few in the store and we get some for my birthday. Later I am forced by friends to go to the premier I hate something about going immensly and I am stuck between two friends while I sit on this large bench seat and they sandwich me to prevent me from leaving. I think my reluctance is an antisocial thing. Anyway I am later waiting for it to start, everyone is on a computer playing their favorite version of the game, I guess in this dream there is no difference between the movie and the game, while we wait for the stars to arrive and the movie to play. My friend, who does star in the movie, is playing a computer near by. I am ignoring my computer, although I think i have a hand on its keyboard. I'm turned away and I feel weird. I notice my hand, beneath my blanket is tracking. It's moving involuntarily back and forth over the same area, like a record, or someone who does automatic writing. I wasn't in control of it, and I was busy in my head doing something else, so I left it go. I did feel self conscious, didnt want people to think me strange.