Queen of the Damned - sort of 😅

Date: 8/23/2019

I was on the run from someone on a very dark and unusually foggy night in Seattle (my dream version of Seattle that didn’t quite look like real Seattle). And by run, I actually mean flying. Or floating. One of the two. I was in the air, my mind rushing as I floated over Seattle. I noted the various highways I had been on as well as the ones I hadn’t and probably never would at the rate I was going since they were after me. During this time, “Bullet With Butterfly Wings” by The Smashing Pumpkins was the soundtrack to this scene. Near Airport Way, I saw droves of people (probably fellow vampires) were flocking about at some sort of festival. I knew I couldn’t be seen there; it would be too obvious and I would be found immediately. I thought for a second to stop by Sophorn’s house in Skyway, but decided against it in the end. I didn’t want to put anyone else but myself in danger. I ended up at my secret hideaway at some wall of rocks. Here, it was deathly quiet. According to my dream, this was where I would go to rest because I was a runaway vampire. I guess I didn’t want to adhere to their rules so I made my own and practically the whole vampire community knew. Some supported me, but I had also angered others and they were intent on punishing me. I was looking for some sort of secret switch or button in the rocks. Just as I was about to slip into a secret door into the rocks a voice boomed. According to my dream, it was one of vampires that were hunting me down. I was already halfway through the secret door when he started talking and I woke up.