Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 12/14/2019
By Fitful
There's a large part of the dream I don't remember. It involved a vampire and cast of people who spent years together. Like a TV series. In fact it ended because the actors were tired of playing the same role. But it was also real too at times and so it's very difficult to explain. What I remember is when it ended. The actors wanting to press on the story had the main character, me, break up with the vampire. Or the other way around. I just know I lost all my friends and love interests all at the same time. So I'm sitting looking out a window at some black girl sitting in the sun on the quad (I'm in some castle boarding school type place) and Im so sad. The story really calls for me to be happy about moving on but all I feel is depressed. Why doesn't Laura love me? I think as I gaze. Two more black girls sit with the first. They bake in the sun. I just can't understand it. I end up in the woods and someone is cautioning me to not expect it all to be the same. Like the sasquatch who was a gentle soul in the life/story I lived now was probably a while beast I shouldn't go near. I ended up ignoring that advice and went to talk to him, being so brokenhearted he took pity on me and tried to school me in this new reality too. We slept together, him comforting me, out in the woods in the snow. And I expected him to toss me away, as proof that the story as over and he wasn't kind and I should be more careful but he never did. We stayed keeping company for a while. We were part of a group searching for Dalmations to keep. I had one and we had found another. We had this girl who could teleport herself and her 'mistakes' could teleport another. We tried to hone that skill. I often went between worlds, that one and this real one where I lived in NYC. All it took was a little concentration to shift. The sasquatch, now that he wasn't a butler or healer or whomever he was in the story I can't recall, his me from the vampire who had been my lover. The vampire in turn kept away, far away, on purpose. Part of our breakup. I learned to jump off buildings, my Dalmation leading the way. She only had spots on her head and haunches, it's how we knew she was female.