...probably because she was a featured character.
This dream had a lot of strange little twists, but sadly, not much of a plot to be twisted...
(WARNING: The following is the recounting of a fairly violent, bloody dream. Please don't read it if you find that sort of thing disturbing like I did while I was writing it.)
Blood Maples
I woke up, knees to my chest, crouched on the branch of a tree. The red light of sunset stabbed through the cool, leafy shade. I felt dizzy, strange. Why was I in a tree?
Something must have happened last night....
Oh yeah, now I remember...
I got turned into a vampire.
And me, a vegetarian... I shook my head. This was going to be totally gross. The thought of drinking warm, thick, blood made me sway. I started to fall out of the tree, but someone caught me. Josie.
"How could you do this?" I accused her, "I thought you were a vegetarian too."
"Don't blame me," she said wrapping her arms around her knees, "One of the others got you while they were hunting."
I stared upwards, the limbs of the tree were filled with crouching vampires watching the sun slowly disappear below the horizon. I touched the scar tissue on my shoulder. Which one of them had done this?
I heard a scuffling noise from a nearby tree, then a soft murmur. Josie was staring intently in the direction of the sound.
"More vampires?" I asked.
She shook her head, she had a funny look on her face.
"Humans," she said, "They're hoping we'll mistake them for other vampires if they hide in the trees."
Around me vampires began leaping from their branches and landing with soft thuds, like apples, on the ground below...murderous apples, bloodthirsty apples, ok, maybe not like apples at all. More like acorns.
"Where's everyone going?" I asked.
"It's breakfast time," Josie said with a decidedly non-vegetarian smile, "You hungry?"
"For blood?"
"What else?"
"No thanks. I think I'm going to throw up instead."
Josie shrugged and leapt off the branch.
"Suit yourself," she called from the darkness of the ground.
I sat and watched as the vampires dragged the screaming humans out of the tree, ripping and shrieking and decapitating. I turned away. I didn't want to see anymore. Finally, the screams stopped.
Josie swung back up on the branch next to me. Her face was red, not because she was embarrassed, but because it was covered in blood.
"All gone," she sang with a smile.
"I don't think I'll ever be hungry enough to do that," I said.
"Don't worry," she said, patting me on the shoulder, leaving a bloody smear on my shirt, "You will. And anyways, blood tastes a whole lot better than meat. I would never eat meat."
I wondered if she thought this made her somewhat less disturbing.
"I need to show you something. You won't need to do it tonight, but after you start hunting, there's something you'll need to do, to ensure....proper digestion."
"What?"
"I'm going to teach you how to recycle," she said bringing her hand up towards her chin.
"Like newspapers and plastic bottles?"
"Not really," Josie answered. She drove her fingers through the skin under her chin and then hung upside down, and proceeded to drink her own blood from the wound.
That was it. I jumped off the tree. Being a vampire was lame and gross and I was never going to drink blood and I was never, ever going to "recycle." Surely, there must be another way to survive....surely....
* The original dream also included an angel that appeared in a bonfire...for no apparent reason
Something must have happened last night....
Oh yeah, now I remember...
I got turned into a vampire.
And me, a vegetarian... I shook my head. This was going to be totally gross. The thought of drinking warm, thick, blood made me sway. I started to fall out of the tree, but someone caught me. Josie.
"How could you do this?" I accused her, "I thought you were a vegetarian too."
"Don't blame me," she said wrapping her arms around her knees, "One of the others got you while they were hunting."
I stared upwards, the limbs of the tree were filled with crouching vampires watching the sun slowly disappear below the horizon. I touched the scar tissue on my shoulder. Which one of them had done this?
I heard a scuffling noise from a nearby tree, then a soft murmur. Josie was staring intently in the direction of the sound.
"More vampires?" I asked.
She shook her head, she had a funny look on her face.
"Humans," she said, "They're hoping we'll mistake them for other vampires if they hide in the trees."
Around me vampires began leaping from their branches and landing with soft thuds, like apples, on the ground below...murderous apples, bloodthirsty apples, ok, maybe not like apples at all. More like acorns.
"Where's everyone going?" I asked.
"It's breakfast time," Josie said with a decidedly non-vegetarian smile, "You hungry?"
"For blood?"
"What else?"
"No thanks. I think I'm going to throw up instead."
Josie shrugged and leapt off the branch.
"Suit yourself," she called from the darkness of the ground.
I sat and watched as the vampires dragged the screaming humans out of the tree, ripping and shrieking and decapitating. I turned away. I didn't want to see anymore. Finally, the screams stopped.
Josie swung back up on the branch next to me. Her face was red, not because she was embarrassed, but because it was covered in blood.
"All gone," she sang with a smile.
"I don't think I'll ever be hungry enough to do that," I said.
"Don't worry," she said, patting me on the shoulder, leaving a bloody smear on my shirt, "You will. And anyways, blood tastes a whole lot better than meat. I would never eat meat."
I wondered if she thought this made her somewhat less disturbing.
"I need to show you something. You won't need to do it tonight, but after you start hunting, there's something you'll need to do, to ensure....proper digestion."
"What?"
"I'm going to teach you how to recycle," she said bringing her hand up towards her chin.
"Like newspapers and plastic bottles?"
"Not really," Josie answered. She drove her fingers through the skin under her chin and then hung upside down, and proceeded to drink her own blood from the wound.
That was it. I jumped off the tree. Being a vampire was lame and gross and I was never going to drink blood and I was never, ever going to "recycle." Surely, there must be another way to survive....surely....
* The original dream also included an angel that appeared in a bonfire...for no apparent reason
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