Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 2/28/2022
By Fitful
I was in this big large empty Manse, viewing it for purchase perhaps? It was in Boston. In this world, in this dream, no one lived in Boston. It was a bad area. For instance, the person there at the Manse, who was granting us the chance to view it, the other one taking me to see it was the realtor who was also a benefactor of mine, was a vampire. I was fascinated a bit and asked - this 'body-builder esque' type who looked half-fae too - almost 7 feet with elf ears and albino skin, what it was like to be a vampire. He wasn't very happy it turned out. He was enslaved and immortal and miserable. He was enslaved as it turned out to the realtor/my benefactor. But he took a moment to hear my question "Hey, Vampire. What's it like to be a vampire?" I said as I leaned against the railing off the top of a landing, the spiral of white stairs going down. The entire Manse was white btw. This entire landscape of white indoors. He grinned, showing large teeth, incisors from the bottom and top, and menacingly walked back up and grabbed me, pushing and dragging me to the nearest bedroom in answer. It was alarming, being physically intimated, but there was a hallow ring to the action, with touch I got more information than he could say, he was worried about me not exactly angry, but vampires apparently must do everything with aggression and the promise of a threat. And he was angry, but not at me. The bedroom was empty of anything, including furnishings like the rest of the Manse and he pushed me to the closet which alone had things hanging it it. As he did so he explained his life was misery. And he felt I needed to be safe, protected. So he pushed me into a small space, tucked behind the dresser or the wall or a wall panel, hidden by all the hangings in the closet, pushing me into hammock there. I was abruptly so happy, it was the place where Severus Snape lived when he was growing up. It had all his pain collected, every abuse he suffered written in the walls, in every line of the dismal grey space, but it made me happy instead of sad or miserable. It made me feel better. It was small and cramped and looked like someone had lived there a long time, drawn in the walls, children's drawings. It was a small cramped space yes, but it was safe. And it was my favorite character's safe space. I was so happy I could cry. I wanted to stay there forever.