Vampire Castle, Crystal Memory, Second Memory.

Date: 12/29/2017

I was living in this apartment and it seemed shut off from the world. As if it were a space capsule afloat in the universe and I could not leave, this apartment began as my home, but soon began failing. The systems shut down, it began to get cold because the heat was turned off, and finally I couldn't breathe well, then at all because without life support there was no air. Quickly the air grew toxic. I struggled to breathe, and knew I was dying, but I couldn't leave, there was nothing out there. I don't know if I began to die or if I had dream but things changed, the space became more like a cell, a dungeon cell in a castle. It warped and became like half and half, I could see my kitchen, read my mail such as it was when I lay dying, but the pantry showed this other reality, half of an old stereotypical dungeon lay in there, largely, big as the apartment itself. Finally I gave up on me, and let the poison of toxic air take me. And I woke up on a ship, or in a dungeon. I'm not sure. But I was definitely held hostage. I was in a small room this time, awake and aware I was in some place semifamiliar. It was like I had known it before life times ago. I was eager to k own more, to save myself, but Iw as so weak. I lay looking into a mirror, in the reflection was the same room, or a different one, either way it was significant. The mirror showed a staff leaning against a wall, several staffs, but one intrigued me, gave me hope. It was one of these staffs which represented me. I knew I was some savior in a tale then, like Arthur with the sword but different, I was or had been some chose one. I could regain that power and status if I could find me, the me in the real staff. I looked in the mirror and there it was, but it wasn't anywhere. Looking in the real room, and the mirror and back and forth finally finally found it. Then things changed again. I was in some great hall, like that of a castle, I was on the floor too weak to get up. The lord of the castle was a Vampire and he had me, I was his prisoner. He also now had what he wanted from me. He had a crystal, large as a hand and oval, maybe resembling a huge half Opal, and it seems lit from within with my previous memories. In fact he seemed to have many, about 30, all in a special box which sat them up on display. Each was a person to me, a whole soul or collection of memory trapped in a crystal for eternity. He seemed amused I couldn't see which was mine. Finally I picked one, it wasn't me, but I picked it anyway and ran. This is where it gets tricky, because I begin the dream as one person but end up as three. You'll see. I seemed to have picked my own partner, previously, from that other life. She was precious to me, and I let her use me, like possession in order to save me. I was dying from the air poisoning. My hair was yellow. Simultaneously I found my other memory, it was in an Opal and I found it within me, he had hidden it trying to be clever. I had released the memory and suddenly I was both, the new me faded a bit in the wake of this old me memories, I became the recall of a prince, and I wasn't sick anymore. I began running, and found her, with the Lord vampire. He had me trapped. I think he was just toying with me. I knew she had taken over the body completely however, which he thought was just possession, she had been given the boy and now lived again in her own right, come real combination of both I lived again to, melding both sets of memory. I threatened, however, to kill her and release the memory, the soul to be free. He bought my bluff and we backed away from him through double doors. Finally we managed to get through the second set of double doors to the outside, he mocked us as we tried to be free, saying there was no way we could escape. I remember runningnon green grass, and these huge metal porticuls slamming down from mid air, huge as fates or fences, about 20ft high. I climbed one easily but she was slower, she stopped me before the first one and told me she was going to have a baby. This galavanted me, I was going to be a father. It was strange, I was both of these people, both father and this savor prince guy and her, pregnant, female, blonde and with me. I was also both the new memory and old memory. It wasnt confusing in the dream but now awake I see it as odd. Anyway, I reached this paint where I was going to protect my baby, her and my baby, I was determined they would be free. I pulled her over the first porticulus, it had fallen and I urged her over encouraging and then over the next. She was slower than me but kept up gamely. I think i was both of us in the run, plus the baby, it was an odd feeling. Anyway I dragged us through the bushes. We were vampires now, did I mention this? The memories were or vampires from long ago, a court or something, and he was after me for old wounds or something. But us being vampires, even weak as kitten ones, was an advantage. As humans we would never gotten away but I urged us to run full out, and though the bushes, and over hills into the woods trying everything to keep us free, to protect the baby. It was exhausting running. Trust me, after a while you just can't see why it's important. But finally we climbed over a rise to find ourselves in bodies, sleeping bodies of mountain climbers all tucked up cosy on the ground of a clearing. We had somehow escape in the same gear, wearing this glaring red which seems to mark us as climbers and with backpacks and travel equipment. We snuggled up on a single open plot and hid smartly. I figured he would assume we had kept going. I was nervous though. I knew I had to get us away, he could do anything. I toook the batteries out of our phones so he couldn't track us if he wanted to. Then I though about subdermal implants. And finally I hot wired one of the campers and we fled far away. I never felt it was far enough, even after we had run continents. I had this huge crazy urge to protect my baby. ~ Before that dream I don't remember what it was but I woke up to someone stabbing me on the back with a pitchfork. It could have been a knife, and they had stood behind me for a long time with a pitchfork while i looked out over something, maybe a battle field? I know one I was in a barn for they stood behind me with a pitchfork and briefly it crossed my mind they could use it on me. It shocked me, however, to be stabbed so, in the back, repeatedly. They kept doing so, stabbing me over and over again as I fell, collapsing. For the longest time I felt helpless, imobile, unable to see or stop what they were doing to me, literally stabbed in the back repeatedly for they kept stabbing me even a date right was down. It was scary. I couldn't move, could only feel it, and it was so painful in the dream. Or maybe the pain was of being helpless, held down a hurt. I woke up so quickly, muddled I thought I was still bleeding - the pain for the stabbing was this numb spot on my back, in the small of my back, devoid of feeling - so I thought I might be dripping blood out of the hammock onto the floor. Once more awake I forced myself to go back to sleep. I knew the memory of the dream would fade.