This was a nightmare. This is when I was young. I was in a world that was being taken over by vampires. Everyone everywhere was turning into vampires. It was getting difficult to avoid being killed, and it was sad to see every one of my family and friends turning while all I could do is watch. I defiantly did not want to join them, but that meant they would either kill me and I would never see them again, or I would have to kill them.
About that time, I became self aware and realized this was a dream. I still tried to survive, but when I came across the leader of the vampires, a giant spider, I figured I would take the easy way out and die, which usually leads to me waking up. So I put my hand out and it starts to eat me. The thought of being eaten by a spider disgusted me so after my hand was inside I pulled it away. I actually damaged the spider and wound up pulling its lower jaw off. I then realized that was stupid, and tried to let it kill me so I could leave. Eventually I realized I was stuck in my dream, so I just killed the spider and decided to try to kill every one of the vampires there were until I died.
I went to my house and, for some reason, found Mexican garlic sauce in the garage. I decided to take it to the party all of the vampires were at. Along the way I tried to kill a vampire, by shoving blankets and junk into its mouth until it couldn?t bite me.
Then I arrived at the partly and saw familiar faces there, all vampires. I wanted to destroy them all because I was upset that I was alone (all my family and friends were dead to me). I found out the head vampires were actually celebrating the birth of their baby. They put the baby in the crib and started attacking me. I was able to make it to the crib, convinced that if I could stop this baby, I would stop the vampires. The baby was heavy and powerful. I tried to poison it with the garlic, then cut off the head to stop it fromm healing again. It began to come back together to kill me, so I took out this special piece fromm the baby, which without it prevented it from coming back together.
I thought I won. For the first time in my life I actually won against a nightmare. Then from out of nowhere a knight in golden armor shoots me with a machine gun. I wake up to find I actually farted and that woke me up.
That is the oddest dream I have ever had. I think that is the only reason why I remember it.
