Three pages after I wake Wed-Dec-23 (1)

I was not able to write yesterday because I was drunk for most of the day. I started drinking around 10 in the morning and I stopped drinking a little after 4 in the afternoon. I slept from 5 pm till 4 am the next day (today) when I had to go to work.

I say this to say I had plenty of time to dream. I had three dreams that I can recall clearly.

I dreamed I was in my grandmothers home, it is a small house where the front of the home can be seen in the back of the kitchen. I say this to explain why my dream was particularly scary. I dreamed vampires were attacking me. I am of course tempted to shrug it off as craziness, as would anyone else. It was three vampires two men and one woman and they weren’t particularly dangerous as they were easily defeated by me using punches and kicks but they would only stagger and fall before getting right back up to attack me again. I was trapped in the small house and was forced to run back and forth in the house no more than twenty paces away from them at any one time. The Vampires were not epically vicious, they were even borderline friendly. As friendly as one can be when they are bent on taking your life. I do recall in the dream that I was looking for something in my pockets that would help defeat the vampires but I could not retrieve it fast enough as the vampires would spring back to life almost as quickly as they fell. One last note about that dream. I recall having at least two, other dreams were I fought fantasy type beings in my grandmothers home. They always ended with my death, as did the one I had last night. I died from exhaustion and in the end I just gave up and let the female bite me

My second dream is skimp on the details, but I was in jail. An old European type jail, dungeon, where the three musketeers might have found the king in the man in the Irion mask. My jailer was my father who talked to me through the door of my cell that is all I remember.

My last dream I remember also included my father. I was alone on a grassy mountain in the middle of the night. I was talking on the phone with a girl when my father shows up on the mountaintop. He did not come for me in fact he is there despite of me, almost as if he has gotten off work. He is relaxing. I avoid him on the mountaintop and he is aware of me but we do not speak. Suddenly the top becomes smaller and we are next to each other. He talks to me casually. Says something about trusting me to perform a task. I remember him saying a station wagon was missing and someone hit it in the driveway. The station wagon was mine. The dream ends. I remember the task he trusted me with. He trusted me to drive his truck somewhere, it was snowy. That is all I remember. Oddly enough I have never owned a station wagon or even driven one. I actually hate the look of them.

The order of the dream was Jail-mountain top-Vampire. I don’t know if that means anything or if me being drunk for half of the day meant anything but I woke up this morning with a DR. Dre song in my head.
“I been there I done that you go guns well I got straps a million mother fuckers on the planet earth and they all talk about guns cause that’s all they worth.”
I had not heard that song for a week now. I suppose it took my brain that long to digest it. I of course have more to say but my shift is over, this is only two pages.