Whedon-esque

Last night i dreamt that i was a vampire. It wasn't the "cool goth kid" version of vampires; sexy, suave creatures of the night magically seducing their victims and where blood-drinking is basically a form of sex.

No, this was much more animalistic, not glamorous, and drinking blood was far from sexy.

First of all, the vampire "affliction" was different than the regular mythos. It was a cross between vampire and werewolf-- the vampire characteristics only came out for the full moon (and like in the Buffy the Vampire Slayer world, the full moon lasts three days). The coming of the change was skull crushing and overwhelming pain, but once the change was complete, i felt more alive and whole than ever in my life.

I could see my reflection, which also defies regular vampire myth. The fact that i could see my reflection wasn't terribly significant except that i could see my animalistic face (and bad hair... i thought vampires were supposed to be sexy?!?)

i also didn't bite any people, at least in the course of the dream. i do remember chasing down and catching a deer (and i ran on all fours to hunt). The feeding was also not a sexy embrace and neck biting; i tore the deer to bits with just my jaws.

In the dream, this was the first time that i transformed into this creature. The transformation was frightening but when it was complete it felt incredibly natural. i could have done without the bad hair though...