As I have mentioned in the previous entry, I don't dream much. (Or that I don't remember it after I wake up) - Let me see, it has been almost a year since I was waken by a dream.
(Maybe Penguin Princess' entry on her dream influenced me to dream)
Anyway - here it goes.
Holy, I burped.
Looking through the spider-web covered window, I see myself, dress all in black.
I see myself, walking forward, down an empty street, where the blue moon shines on the all surfaces.
The atmosphere seem cold, quiet, and lonely.
But I feel warm.
My eyes focusing straight forward, with no expression on the face.
I pushed the window open and climbed out... I chased after myself. The one dressed in black.
I ran towards him, as fast as I can.
He continues to walk forward... Or should I say, I.
I reached for myself.
I extend my right arm as far as I can... To grab his left hand.
I wanted to scream "STOP" - but I couldn't get the word out of my mouth.
As soon as my hand get in contact with him.
I became him.
Felt my left hand being grabbed, I turned my body.
Fiercely, he, who also dressed in black, wrapped his fingers tightly around my wrist.
I couldn't shake my hand free.
I wanted to scream "No" but I couldn't.
He gazes into my eyes with coldness.
The reflection of the moon light on his face, gave him corpse-like pale blue complexion.
Just before I reach for his hand with my right, his face thrust forward.
I see myself opening my lips, and display fangs that resembles a Vampire.
Before I have the time to react to, he sank his fangs deeply into my wrist.
I started to bleed.
Through his eyes, I saw the reflection of my face.
I was terrified.
I was in pain.
and I wanted myself to stop.
Then I (the Vampire - I) see myself falling back... Exposing the pure white delicious neck.
Without any hesitant, I went for the neck.
Warm blood pour though the gap between my fangs and rushed down my throat.
My back hit flat against the ground as he (the Vampire - I) continued to chew and devour my blood.
He was draining my body.
I felt my soul being sucked out of my body.
The pain spread from my neck to the rest of my body.
I trembled in shock.
Tears rolled out of the corner of my eyes.
I felt weak.
I didn't have any energy to fight back.
My eyes focusing at the dark sky.... as the pain rushed toward my heart.
Then I woke up.
I reached for my alarm clock.
"It's only 4:10"
Now to think of it...
*sigh* Why did I dream that I was sucking my own blood? I rather have David Boreanaz doing the sucking.