July 8th, 2009

1) My brother and I were younger and we were in the basement of my parent's house. I was told to grab a blanket out of the room with the water heaters in it. I opened the door a crack and did not see the blanket. I quickly tried to slam the door shut because I knew there was a vampire back there who was waking up. He looked like the classic Count Dracula with the coloring of Count Von Count & Count Chocula. I pinned me down and started sucking the blood out of my neck. I was crying and Chris tried to pull him away but the vamp attacked him and was sucking on his arm. We were trying to figure out a way to get him outside into the daylight so that he would die but we were not sure we were strong enough. I woke up breathing really hard.

2) I know I had another dream, and I know it was really scary. Another where I woke up frightened, but not as much as a the vampire one. I was at my parents house again, and was going to be tortured for information. My captors were mixing up this cement-type stuff that felt like fire and burned and itched when it was put on you. I distracted them momentarily and I RACED out the front door. There was snow all over and I had bare feet but I could not stop running. I saw someone with a small red car and I jumped in and told them to drive. It was so slippery but I had to get away. We drove down to get out of the development and they were following us. We tried driving up a large hill into the woods to hide, but the car was not getting enough traction. I jumped out of the car and started running again. The snow was covered with big flat pieces of red and green striped peppermint. (No idea) I was running up Font hill and they were chasing us. I was so tired of running but I had almost reached the top. I was not sure what I would do after that because they were so close...

3) I was in Florida. It was the 4th of July. We were staying in basically a hostel with old disgusting furniture and the "rooms" were divided by fake wood. I was reading on a couch and sort of had my feet up on the"wall"... it started to move. A man on the other side who was trying to nap got IRATE and started SCREAMING in Chinese. Like constant flow of Chinese and giving me this really really nasty look. So I yelled "dui bu chi" at him which is kind of the equivalent of pardon me and he sort of calmed down a bit. My family was outside and there were these yachts. I was not really supposed to be in Florida anyway so there was no room for me on the boats. I was trying to get back across the docks to the hostel because they all left to go watch the fireworks, but the boats had automatic docks with them... so as I was trying to get across, the docks kept going away with the boats as they took off. I had to jump into the water and swim a bit, though it did not feel wet. When I got into the hostel again, my friends from school were there. We talked about going.... somewhere, I forget the name of the town, to go see the sunset. We walked out on the hot sand. That is all I remember.