I like to go to bed early, because the early sunrises and chirping birds make sleeping in a non-option. It's not so much that I really need all that much sleep, but I enjoy getting it nonetheless. Here is last night's dream, as proof that my sleep life is far more exciting than my awake life.
My neighborhood in Pennsylvania was being slowly invaded by a gang of vampires, led by Lestat, who was portrayed by Arsenio Hall. They made their mark by digging little holes in the ground in the borders of the neighborhood. It was so serious that I insisted that nobody leave the house anytime when it was remotely dark outside. Now is probably a good time to mention that I was a vampire slayer in this dream.* Even though I wasn't Buffy, I was acquainted with the Scooby Gang, and I decided that I needed Spike as backup.** So from the couch in my family room, Mrs. Weston (née Poor Miss Taylor) sent Spike a lengthy text message asking him to come and help, and also possibly to marry me--I didn't read the message that thoroughly, but you know how Mrs. Weston can be.
The next part was pretty cool. I was in this school or possibly abandoned shopping center building fighting the gang of vampires, who were dressed in some very crude armor. I made my way through by sliding on the floors for great distances, presumably as a result of my own innate slayer strength. I found Lestat's "right hand man" vampire and was trying to beat some information out of him to no avail. I was nearly about to chop his head off when he pleaded "you can't kill me--I'm the Elders Quorum President!" Apparently the reason nobody was killing the vampires (the male ones, at least) was because they were attending the local singles' ward and really bumping up the male population.
We all made our way into a grocery store after that, and one other male vampire was mulling over the pre-decorated cakes. His dilemma was that he had forgotten to get a cake for Elders Quorum, but it was Sunday and he wasn't sure if he should break the Sabbath to buy a cake. I was like, "you drink the blood of the innocent...I'm pretty sure buying a cake on Sunday isn't going to tip any scales." Over in fresh produce, Spike and Lestat (aka Arsenio Hall) were getting into it because Spike thought he told Lestat never to show his face in these parts again and also how can you tell whether a mango is ripe?
That dream left me with so many unanswered questions, but unfortunately, my kidneys hadn't left me with any more unfiltered blood, so I had to wake up.
*I have a complex, probably.
**This part was probably prompted by the fact that I'm thinking about going to Comic Con this year and James Marsters will be there.
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