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Jul. 15th, 2006
Vampire Dream
Jul. 15th, 2006 11:45 amSeveral weeks ago I had a dream in which I became involved with a vampire. I justified this decision by telling myself that one couldn't be SURE he was a vampire. I mean, he had a creepy castle, and capes, and bats, and all the other cheezy vampire accessories, but did that mean he himself was a blood sucker?
He was tantalizingly vague on this point, so I stuck around waiting to find out if he was truly one of the damned. "All I need is evidence," I said, "I need to know once and for all if he's really a vampire. Once I know for sure, I'll leave. In the meantime, it would be a shame to abandon such charming company on a mere suspicion."
The weeks passed and while there was all sorts of circumstantial evidence, I couldn't be sure that my new lover, despite his pallor and owlish habits, was really what I suspected he might be.
Finally, one night, after repeated requests on my part that I be allowed into his chambers, he took me to his room. There was a reassuring lack of coffins, and best of all there was a mirror, prominently placed, in which we'd be able to see each other entwined.
"At last! Evidence that my lover is not a vampire!" I thought. After all what person would put a mirror in such an obvious place if he didn't expect to see his reflection?
We sank into the bed, and into each other's arms. I glanced up to see our bodies reflected and was shocked to find only his image staring back at me.
"What's wrong?" I thought. "Where is my reflection? Could it be possible that I am the vampire in this relationship?" Then the cold realization, as my flesh gave way beneath his teeth, that the reflection was actually mine, and he, through his arcane vampiric powers, had stolen my own reflection as a way of being able to admire himself.
He was tantalizingly vague on this point, so I stuck around waiting to find out if he was truly one of the damned. "All I need is evidence," I said, "I need to know once and for all if he's really a vampire. Once I know for sure, I'll leave. In the meantime, it would be a shame to abandon such charming company on a mere suspicion."
The weeks passed and while there was all sorts of circumstantial evidence, I couldn't be sure that my new lover, despite his pallor and owlish habits, was really what I suspected he might be.
Finally, one night, after repeated requests on my part that I be allowed into his chambers, he took me to his room. There was a reassuring lack of coffins, and best of all there was a mirror, prominently placed, in which we'd be able to see each other entwined.
"At last! Evidence that my lover is not a vampire!" I thought. After all what person would put a mirror in such an obvious place if he didn't expect to see his reflection?
We sank into the bed, and into each other's arms. I glanced up to see our bodies reflected and was shocked to find only his image staring back at me.
"What's wrong?" I thought. "Where is my reflection? Could it be possible that I am the vampire in this relationship?" Then the cold realization, as my flesh gave way beneath his teeth, that the reflection was actually mine, and he, through his arcane vampiric powers, had stolen my own reflection as a way of being able to admire himself.