Plethora of Dreams

Date: 11/24/2018

I dreamed of being in the midst of the celebration of some sort, and I am eating a muffin. Then a man approached me with sadness in his eyes, and when we made eye contact, all I see is relief in those depths. He took me somewhere remote, in a deserted ancient cathedral. And I am most obliged to be with him. He calls himself the Dracula, and he has long been awaiting me. And now he found me. We danced and danced, the music seems to start somewhere. And I also remember we had a quarrel for not believing his words. I am not sure. But I see the agony in his swollen eyes. Apart from this, the rest are fragments of pictures I couldn't make sense of. That is all.