bad dreams, and great nightmares.

Sometimes, my dreams can, and will get out of hand. It's almost like i can't control it, but it's crazy how the stories my mind can create are just so weird.

Let's see:
Two nights ago, i was yet again, lying down on my bed, sleeping. I might have looked unconcious, but my dream was just unravelling.
There i was, with a family of vampires. My best friend's. The atmosphere, was tense and not at all mediocre. Something, was going to happen. I stood there, panicking, as the pace of the vampires increased. They were setting strange statues up, some radish, and a cake of licorice. Nevertheless, the anxiety was still there. It got darker, outside the small, wooden, cabin. The moon's light seemed to shine greater than ever. The family of vampires were stressed, yet the passion did not fade. It was almost time. The leader of the clan looked up at the moon and smiled at me warmly. She arranged the system we were going to sleep in. I, being the human, would sleep next to her, as she was the most powerful. On the other side, would lay my best friend, Neta. And next to Neta, was the husband. Lightning gave away, and as it struck a hill, a werewolf howled to the blue moon. I quickly fell asleep under the leader's protection. It wasn't to long though, before a weak knock came at the door. The leader quickly put on her fierce mode. Surprisingly, the one who entered after the knock was a young girl. She looked like a rag doll, very pretty, but undoubtedly wearing makeup. She walked in giggling and spoke in a strange, alien-like language. She held in her petite gloved hands, a fat purple book with a picture of Barney on the cover. She was still blabbing on and on and on about nothing, when a creepy cackling was heard by Neta. It was time. Another some one came in. The leader pushed me off the bed, and i hit the floor soundlessly. A forceful impulse caused me to roll under the bed. My head was touching the bottom of the bedspread. I was scared out of my mind. I held my breath, and as quietly pushed my body, moving my head farther away from the bedspread. I didn't want my physical movements under the bed, to expose my being there as a human. I watched through the slit of light given by the space between the bedspread and cold floor. It was a goblin. It was an ugly creature, with a mask of white and red and a hat of two pointy things. It was wearing grotesque pajamas, with green and poo-brown vertical stripes. On it's dumpster-green shoes were rotting jingly bells that made a stupid sound when he danced around. He chatted with the vampire family, his focus on them. Then, his hypnotic yellow cat eyes left them, and made there way down to mine, under the bed...

Alright, okay. So it was a dream after all. I, if i do decide to type it down, probably will exaggerate and stretch it with a few details. Now, truth be honest, wasn't that an interesting dream? I don't even like Twilight all that much. Weird, eh?