I had another vampire dream, but this time I was just the watcher….
The main character would have been about my own age (mid 20’s) and same gender. She had been visited by a night angel (somehow there was this weird music playing in the background called ‘night angel’, over and over…so it stuck) who had attacked her as she slept.
Sucked the life energy out of her to such a point that she resembled a well preserved corpse that had taken a diet way too far…her skin looked burnt all over too, and the only thing remotely human left was her eyes.Upon seeing herself like this in a mirror, she nearly had a heart attack there and then, but she was stronger than that and was soon plagued with a hunger that nothing she was used to could sustain. She left the comfort of her house and went out to find whatever it was that could help her. Of course, her appearance didin’t exactly hold much favour with those she met. But she was so strong…She caught hold of one young man, who was too terrified to move, and her natural impulse led her to kiss him, but not a normal kiss, she drained him of his energy and his life until he was nothing but a mass of taut flesh over bones. His strength had aided her in some regeneration of her own appearance, her skin looked a litlle less burnt and she had lips and hair by now….but she needed more…There was a few jumps in the dream and for some reason, she had been taken in by a secret government organisation (as you do when you’re not quite normal…) and given free reign to satisfy her craving with the test subjects they had for her in different cells. These guinea pigs had no minds left anyway, but were still alive, and that’s what she needed. She didn’t care that the government had ulterior motives for helping her, her hunger was too great…and they left her alone (too disgusted to look at her while she fed). She wasn’t fussy, even fed on the ones lying in their own pool of vomit and filth, but still alive for her to have. It took about four or five men to make her appear and feel human again, but she still wasn’t. She was approached by a guy in a white suit holding needles, apparently intent on drawing blood from her to test. It got ugly, she had become fueled by anger by what had happened to her, and her strength had only increased…she stuck the needles in the lab guy, hitting major arteries and watched the needles fill up and explode…still gushing as he was unable to remove them…she had ripped his arms off. Bloodsoaked, and free to escape into the night that awaits….