Dreamed I was hunting vampires in the 21st century. Everyone was aware that vampires existed and regularly drank people's blood but just shrugged their shoulders and went about their daily lives because there wasn't much you could do about it, and whilst everyone knew vampires meant drained people, they always just assumed it would be someone else who got the succ. I collected much info on a bunch of high ranking vampires, who seemed to be embroiled in a civil war, but before I could do anything with this information it turned out one of the chief vampire's guards was actually a werewolf, and upon the full moon started to kill all the vampires. After I left, I was a victorian maid. I was too busy to question the gender flip or genre shift, as I was fairly senior ranking, and there was a very important dinner about to take place and only two hours left to complete the food and drink preparations. I did my best to direct everyone, but everyone already had far more experience in their roles which had already been delegated by my own superior, so my entire role was redundant and I was constantly apologetic for getting in people's ways, despite all my colleagues reassuring me that I was indeed useful to them. In the end the dinner was a grand success; but in both sequences, all of my objectives were accomplished by others and yet credit awarded to me unjustly. Upon waking up, I found this very funny because my current situation I feel the opposite - that I accomplish others objectives and yet receive no credit. Good dreams, would hunt vampires with victorian maids again 10/10
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26/06/2022
I dreamed I was diving, going far deeper than I had ever gone before. I went below an arch, expecting only to go 40m deep, but by the end of the arch I realised there was no more sunlight anymore. Besides the light of my torch or the light of phytoplankton, there was no other way to see, and I could no longer tell which way was up or which was down, or how to find my way back. As I was alone, I realised I was likely already dead, as I was far too deep in the water to surface safely anymore, and there was also a possibility that I had not dived too deep - but had actually dived into a cave system by mistake, in which case I would run out of air before I found the exit. Staying calm, I figured I would improve my odds of survival by swimming until I found a surface to navigate from. To my dismay, I found a mudbed and a trench wall. I knew I was deep, but this was obscenely abyssal. I did not know how I had not already passed out, but guessed I might have less than a minute before I lost consciousness.
But I was jolted from my thoughts by a mermaid. They could only be described as a mermaid, because they were both fish and manlike, though they were not pleasing to look at. They were bioluminescent, yet had the face of a terrifying aquatic predator, not too dissimilar from an anglerfish. The only difference between them and an anglerfish was that their eyes were wholly reflective, so when I shone my torch at them, it was like looking at silver mirrors. I pulled out my knife, which wouldn't have protected me all that much, but simply having it was enough to convince the mermaids to wait for unconsciousness rather than risk a cheeky slice or prick. I kept going, glad to still be conscious, but became distinctly aware that I was hallucinating things. A camp fire drew me towards it, and I swam towards it eagerly, stopping just short as I realised the insanity of fire underwater. I had almost swum into a volcanic vent, and the mermaids sang in what I couldn't tell was mockery or warning. I even began to wonder if the mermaids were trying to help me, and I had been fending away my saviours, but I worried too that this was a trick as well. Pressured by time, I released my weight belt and prayed I would not hit some cavernous ceiling, and would instead be borne to the surface. I was not looking forward to the ascent, as I knew I would probably suffer a painful death, but I hoped to escape this horrifying band of circling anglermaids.
When I released the emergency clasp on my weight belt, I plummeted down, deeper into the trench. Then I realised I had it wrong - my weight belt had fallen up, which meant that actually I was upside down. I wasn't falling, I was rising. Yet even with my limited visibility and disorientation I knew I could not have entered from the bottom of the trench. I would not have survived such an endeavour, even if it were possible outside of a submersible craft. Yet I was ascending, and much faster than the anglermaids could follow. I almost passed out but managed to stay awake in the shower of tickling bubbles. I emerged inside a semi-flooded temple and hurriedly clambered onto land before the anglermaids could nip at my feet. There was a mostly-intact roof above my head, though most of the temple's walls had collapsed, the signs of coastal erosion evident. The roof was held aloft by corinthian style pillars, so I thought it might not be too old a temple. Yet the figures on the reliefs had no symbol or character I recognised. There were many gods depicted, but they seemed more Egyptian or Babylonian than Greek or Roman, with lion-like bodies and human heads, or other animalistic chimerae. I guessed this place was either moderately ancient temple which had aged well, or else it was less than a hundred years old and had just aged badly.
I left the temple, seeing that I was on a very small island surrounded by the ocean. I removed my breathing apparatus, before quickly putting it back on in a panic. For a moment I thought that perhaps I was still hallucinating, and that I was still underwater. But carefully - I tested the proverbial waters, and realised I was actually back above the blue line. There was another land mass, much larger than the island I was on farther ahead. Yet the only way to reach it was by walking on a narrow sand bar connecting the two. The waves lapped over it, and I correctly presumed that the high tide would fully submerge it. Instead of crossing it quickly, I brought with me two large sheets of driftwood to walk across the sand safely, worried that I might get caught in quicksand and become easy pickings for the fish-people. Half-way through the crossing the sand bar was consumed by the high tide, and I paddled across on my wooden boards, my flippered feet kicking away the biting anglermaids as they tried their best to capsize me.
Making it to the other landmass in one piece, I removed my flippers and strung them about my neck. Though my tank was heavy, I kept it with me, as a good luck charm more than anything else. I could hear the sound of music and revelry, and I prayed this meant human civilisation, but nothing felt right about this. Keeping my knife with me, I pressed forwards, surprised to see a strange mixture of people wearing all kinds of fashions dancing around a fire that was being bellowed by a sawn-off plane engine, still attached to the wing it was cannibalised from.
I thought to leave, but the purple sky was turning to black, and no one seemed offended by my presence or my scuba gear, as there were alreaday people dressed in suits, in bikinis, in banana leaf, clown costumes or silks, and a whole host of clothes out of place and out of time. No one even minded that I bore a knife, and feeling no hostility, I put it away. I sat by the fire, but felt that something was eerie about all of this, and decided to leave. But for some reason I could not leave, and ended up staying for many years. I could only leave when a New Zealander and an Austrian arrived, and I hurriedly warned them to leave before they got too comfortable. I left, only now I no longer had my scuba gear. The two new arrivals had come here by boat, and I wanted to get to their boat to leave. They told me they had been sailing on the Eastern coast of America when they had gotten lost, and I criticised them heavily for relying completely on satnav. On the way through the jungle we were attacked by a gigantic centipede, and I saw my life flash before my eyes as I managed to pierce its head with my knife before it could bite me with its venomous jaws. After smashing its head with a big rock, all of its segments turned into crabs that scuttled away. The dream ended as I studied their log book to try and find out how they reached this place from the Western Atlantic, when I had gotten lost in the Indian Ocean.
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