<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669</id><updated>2011-08-03T01:36:53.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I n . S o m n i s . V e r i t a s</title><subtitle type='html'>I used to wish to be different. I wished to be able to dream what others couldn't. I finally got just that, and it never goes away. Just goes to show, be careful what you wish for.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-7534036938077404820</id><published>2011-03-21T17:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T18:02:45.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 50: Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1KFIqLUkECc/TYfKuoVIteI/AAAAAAAAADw/vFP90rpmj04/s1600/IMG_0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1KFIqLUkECc/TYfKuoVIteI/AAAAAAAAADw/vFP90rpmj04/s320/IMG_0047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586656765225252322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a group of people that my grandmother let move into the house. I didn't trust them, and I got this bad vibe from them. She didn't though. They started living with us. I found out that they were practicing black magic. I trapped myself in the bathroom one day. They found me in the bathroom, but wouldn't come near me. I had drawn a marking on the floor in black light marker so they couldn't see it. They sensed it though. It was a spell to freeze them in pain. They wanted to hurt me. They hated me for putting the spell on the floor. Somehow they made me walk through it, and I was the one who was poisoned by the spell. Afterwards, they bound me. I couldn't speak at all. I especially couldn't tell anyone what they were. My grandmother tried talking to me, and I couldn't talk. They just watched me like it was funny. She knew something was wrong though because I couldn't talk. She just brushed it off and went her own way while I was stuck with them. They laughed at me, and then I woke up. (Attached is the spell I put on the floor)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-7534036938077404820?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7534036938077404820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=7534036938077404820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/7534036938077404820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/7534036938077404820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2011/03/dream-50-silence.html' title='Dream 50: Silence'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1KFIqLUkECc/TYfKuoVIteI/AAAAAAAAADw/vFP90rpmj04/s72-c/IMG_0047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-5921323372768728548</id><published>2011-03-21T17:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T17:51:17.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 49: Saved</title><content type='html'>I was with a group of friends in some building. Two friends took an elevator down. Another friend took the same elevator down after them because they wanted to be alone. He got in the elevator and pressed down, when his nose started to bleed. He realized then that something was wrong, and he wasn't going to make it down. He tried leaving the elevator before the doors closed, but as he walked through the doors, they closed on him. They killed him instantly. The other two friends who went down before him, went to catch a train. The girl got her hair stuck on a pole. The pole was stuck on the train tracks, and as the train went by it pulled her under, killing her. Shortly after, a guy came out with a shotgun threatening to kill everyone. There was a baby laying on the ground that came out of nowhere. It turned into an angel. I saw a bright light. The angel used magic and cloaked us all. We were hidden to the naked eye. Another train was coming down the tracks and crashed into the other one. It blew up, and the angel's light saved us all. It was like a shield.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-5921323372768728548?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5921323372768728548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=5921323372768728548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/5921323372768728548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/5921323372768728548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2011/03/dream-49-saved.html' title='Dream 49: Saved'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-7252524756614847015</id><published>2011-02-24T18:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T19:34:33.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 48: Vampire Nurse</title><content type='html'>I was online talking to a vampire that I had been donating energy to for a long time. I talked to him a lot, and I trusted him. He asked me a few times before, but I still said over and over that I wasn't sure because I was afraid. He asked me if I would donate blood to him instead of just energy now. I said like I always said. He started arguing with me about me not wanting to donate blood, and I got upset. He got even more mad and said that he would find me and force me. He didn't even know where I lived. I figured that since he didn't know, I had nothing to worry about. I told him to never contact me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later I see him in public and try to escape. I get home, and he's there waiting for me inside my house. I panic and try running, but he catches me. I cry and ask him how he found me. He was a nurse, and his name was Kristopher. He told me that he used hospital records to find me. Everything that I've talked to him about before linked up with my profile somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a syringe with a sedative in it. He held me down as I struggled and fought him. I screamed, and I tried to call for help. I dialed 911, and they answered. He told me, "Don't even try it." I cried and hung the phone up. He had a knife to my throat. He jammed the needle into my arm and drugged me. I was so out of it, and everything around me started spinning. All I remembered was him wrapping a tourniquet around my arm and placing a needle in my vein that was attached to a tube. My blood slowly drained into a container from the tubing, and he drank from the container. I saw blood dripping from all over his face, down onto his clothes. He was still wearing his nurse's outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-7252524756614847015?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7252524756614847015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=7252524756614847015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/7252524756614847015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/7252524756614847015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2011/02/dream-48-vampire-nurse.html' title='Dream 48: Vampire Nurse'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-3103439465965539401</id><published>2011-02-07T00:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T02:06:24.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 47: Panther</title><content type='html'>I was walking along the highway, and there was an accident. Someone was killed that I knew. Someone who was close to me. Her dad came over to me and hugged me. There was a man who apologized so much for the accident. He must have been the one who hit her. Her father said he didn't want to even speak to the man. That he would rather be with his daughter and be left alone. The man was taken to jail, and we stayed behind. Everyone had cleared away, and then I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night I came to the place of the accident to see it. I walked about 100 feet down the road, and there was a driveway leading down to a closed off area. There were two huge cages, side by side, built into the mountain. Out came a black panther from the cage that was open. It came running up to me and pounced, but I stayed sitting still on the ground. I grabbed it's legs and held it still. I sang to it and pet it, softly and slowly, to calm it. It started to calm down and purred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became close to the panther that night. It curled up beside me, and it fell asleep. I would pet it and sing to it always. When someone would get close to me, it would stalk them and growl, not letting them near me. It was protecting me. I fell in love with this beautiful panther. It was my guardian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-3103439465965539401?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3103439465965539401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=3103439465965539401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/3103439465965539401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/3103439465965539401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2011/02/dream-47-panther.html' title='Dream 47: Panther'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-3906019080347278309</id><published>2011-02-01T02:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T03:03:46.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 46: Michelle Belanger</title><content type='html'>I owned a book by Michelle Belanger. I didn't quite understand it, and I saw she was going to be at a book signing. I went to see here, and I asked her about the book. There was a part in the back of the book, like a quiz, to see what your symbol was. I didn't understand it. She helped me figure it out. My spirit was an energetic spirit and my symbol was a sparrow. She connected to my energy to find this out. We became friends, and she showed me things. We also stayed in touch. I'm not sure what the sparrow quite mean though. She gave me a charm with a sparrow on it to keep with me for luck. She left and then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why I would dream of Michelle Belanger other than I think she is an awesome person. I wouldn't mind meeting her for real. Not sure if being an energetic spirit and sparrow mean anything either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-3906019080347278309?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3906019080347278309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=3906019080347278309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/3906019080347278309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/3906019080347278309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2011/02/dream-46-michelle-belanger.html' title='Dream 46: Michelle Belanger'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-7197366278705934085</id><published>2011-02-01T02:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T02:50:42.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 45: Merlin</title><content type='html'>I owned my own house, and Toby lived with me. Merlin came to me with ancient books and his cat. The cat was a short haired dark smokey color with a fluffy tabby striped tail. It was cute. Merlin told me about the worlds that these book were about. Each world had a rare magical creature that lived in it. Merlin told me that he would fly on different creatures to each world so that he could save these creatures and bring them back to my house to keep safe temporarily. I agreed and off he went. I remember him going to three worlds. To get to the third world, he flew on a black dragon that had blue flames around the edges of the wings. In the third world, there were black creatures that reminded me of peacocks. The only difference was that the feathers were extremely light and fluffy and all black except for the tail feathers, which were black but the ends had round glowing rainbow circles on them like the design of a peacock feather. It was so beautiful. I was cleaning up the left over feathers as the creatures were leaving and noticed Merlin's cat under my dresser chewing on and playing with a humongous dead rat. I screamed and threw the rat outside. Well I actually kicked it out the door and I yelled at the cat. He just looked at me. I told him if he wanted it he would have to go outside with it. Then he ran outside after it and I came in to relax. Then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-7197366278705934085?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7197366278705934085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=7197366278705934085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/7197366278705934085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/7197366278705934085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2011/02/dream-45-merlin.html' title='Dream 45: Merlin'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-4233972938226310173</id><published>2011-02-01T02:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T02:38:49.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 44: Dream Journey</title><content type='html'>It started off as a stormy day. Uncle Rick was driving me to work, and he asked if Johnny mowed the yard one last time before winter starts. I said no and Uncle Rick got mad. Hail, lightning, thunder, and heavy winds all started. I'm not sure if it was because of his anger or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream then switched to me driving to a local school on a stormy day. The school was haunted by demons. I went inside, and people were fighting floating swords with swords of their own. Swords flew off of the walls and down from the ceiling, stabbing people and killing them. I helped and fought off the demonic presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the dream switched to me in a darkened school. Very few lights were on. A band was practicing in an auditorium or gymnasium. They just couldn't get anything right. This girl appeared and inspired them. She then left the room and none of them remembered her. I went after her, and she looked at me. She said it was her mission to inspire them for if she failed, she wouldn't be able to enter Heaven. Her wings appeared. She was so happy, and then suddenly I told her that her soul belonged to me. She was damned all along. I snapped my fingers, and her wings burned off. She screamed and cried. Then I whistled, and she started to shake because, even though she couldn't see them, she knew they were there. I started walking away, my back towards her. She cried and then all I heard was screaming as the hell hounds ripped her apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream then switched to me in love with a real vampire. He's immortal. He has long hair, pale skin, and pale blue eyes. The tall, dark, and handsome type. His eyes, when in sunlight, bleed. Around the pale blue iris you can see blood running out. He has to hide his eyes or blood tears run out of them where people could see. It's why he wears sunglasses. He seduces me all of the time. I don't mind it. We sleep together, and he feeds from me. It's very pleasurable. I overheard him one day on the phone, saying to one of his friends in his coven, that if he feeds from me so many times I either turn or die. It's my choice. The venom just builds up and being bitten too many times will kill me. I was walking down the street one day with him holding my hand, and he finally told me this. He knew I was listening to his conversation. I didn't want to die so I ran. He chased me. I called for help, and he caught up with me. He came up from behind, holding me against him, with one arm around my neck. He leaned down and whispered in my ear. He asked me if I told them where he lived and I said that I did. He said that I should prepare a funeral then because they'll be killed on sight. I cried, and he took me back to his place and locked me up. He wanted me to decide what I wanted now. To live eternally as a vampire or die. I was scared and crying. I was confused and didn't know what to do. I didn't want to die, but didn't want to be the evil thing that he was. I chose death. He came after me to kill  me, and I screamed. Then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-4233972938226310173?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4233972938226310173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=4233972938226310173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/4233972938226310173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/4233972938226310173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2011/02/dream-44-dream-journey.html' title='Dream 44: Dream Journey'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-5515806462612845690</id><published>2011-02-01T02:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T02:21:33.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 43: The Ritual</title><content type='html'>I lived on my own. I was out late and fiddling with my keys to my door. I lived in the city. A man came behind me, and I dropped my keys. He smiled as I stared at him. He picked up my keys and helped me with my door. He just looked in my eyes, and I felt entranced. I invited him in, and he took me to bed. I woke up in the morning alone. That night he showed up again. I asked him who he was. He told me he was Dracula. He showed me his teeth. My heart raced. He told me it was okay, that he was here to protect me. I ran to a house down the block. I fell and noticed that the house looked like my exact house. I went inside anyway. This old lady knew I was coming and let me in. I locked all doors and windows. Dracula beat on the windows with his hands. He formed wings and flew to the top floor beating on the windows. I hid. A group of young kids (teenagers) came in the house. They were terrorizing the old lady and then ripped her heart out. My friend was with them along with 4 other hearts in a jar. They surrounded me. They said my blood was the key to unlocking their freedom. I got scared and unlocked the window. I invited Dracula in. He came in and started fighting off the kids. Some of them started chanting in an ancient language. My body shook and burned. My eyes rolled back into my head. I thought I was having a seizure. Dracula cried out for me. I heard someone say he was the first, but they killed the last of the "first forsaken" ones. They tried going after me. Dracula told them not to touch me, or he'd kill them. I was still shaking as they ripped the fifth and final heart from my friend's chest. He picked me up and flew out the window with me before they could stop him. He saved me. He chanted something, and I stopped shaking. He cared about me. I could see it in his eyes. He took me somewhere. He layed me down on a bed. I held his hand, and I pulled him towards me. I kissed him, and then I whispered in his ear, "Take me. I want you to take me. Make me like you." I felt a burning desire go through all of my body. I ran my thumb across his fang while my hand was on his cheek. So sharp and long. I feared the pain. It was like he knew. He calmed me and told me it was okay. He would make it painless. He kissed me passionately and the kissed my neck all the way down to the nape of my neck. Very soft yet loving and desirable kisses. My heart pounded faster, but he knew it wasn't because I was afraid. I wanted him. I wanted him to touch me all over. He smiled. I was so entranced by my need for him and by my desires, I was lost in them. His fangs extended, and I could feel them scrape across my skin. I leaned my head to the side as if I was telling him to do it. He leaned down slowly. His fangs pressed against my neck, and then I felt them pierce my skin. I felt the blood leaving me, but he was right. He made it pleasurable. It was like heat and desire burning through me. My blood pounding. I could feel every vein in my body throbbing. I moaned softly in his ear. I drank from him, and everything was enhanced. I was starting to turn when I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-5515806462612845690?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5515806462612845690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=5515806462612845690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/5515806462612845690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/5515806462612845690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2011/02/dream-43-ritual.html' title='Dream 43: The Ritual'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-1494936878765014938</id><published>2011-02-01T01:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T02:03:14.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 42: Heaven Sent</title><content type='html'>I was in a peaceful place. Dad was there too. So was Shortie. He was happy. He smiled at me and hugged me. I could have cried. I've missed him so much. To see him now was like a miracle. He came to tell me that he found Shortie, and that he was okay and happy where he was. This peace was filled with light. A state of peacefulness where nothing could go wrong. He had gotten Shortie a huge plate of pork chops piled high. Shortie jumped up and down really high like he used to when he was excited. He was eating, and Dad told me it was time for me to go, but I didn't want to. I wanted to cry. He just hugged me and told me that it would be okay. He told me to remember the numbers "21" and "55". I still don't know what it means, but I will remember it always just in case I need it in the future. I love you and miss you, Dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-1494936878765014938?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1494936878765014938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=1494936878765014938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/1494936878765014938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/1494936878765014938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2011/02/dream-42-heaven-sent.html' title='Dream 42: Heaven Sent'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-3543400880109403935</id><published>2011-02-01T01:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T01:57:47.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 41: Arena</title><content type='html'>I was in an arena with a crowd of other people. We were in a death match. The last one standing was the winner. Everyone fought hard, and at the end I was a winner. It was a tie with someone else. A big robotic bull came and rammed me through the stomach from behind with one horn and the other person with the other horn. It didn't hurt us though because we healed instantly. We were transported back to the main house. It was night, and were put on patrol to protect people inside. Were were in the shadows, but someone spotted us. They threw a beam of light, like a laser, at the other person I was teamed up with. The beam had cut his head off on contact. That was when I realized I could do the same. I could use beams with my hands like they could. I formed just little balls of light at first, which when they hit the ground, exploded in front of them throwing them back a few feet. I realized if I spread my fingers apart it forms the long thin beam that killed my partner. I threw the beam at them. It killed them. There was a tattoo on my wrist glowing red after the beams killed them. It was an arcane circle with runic symbols all around and through it. This magic was a part of me. I was born with it. Now I'm using it to protect everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-3543400880109403935?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3543400880109403935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=3543400880109403935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/3543400880109403935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/3543400880109403935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2011/02/dream-41-arena.html' title='Dream 41: Arena'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-1723305659055174305</id><published>2011-02-01T01:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T01:49:49.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 40: Feeding</title><content type='html'>I was laying in bed, fully asleep. That's when I felt it. I felt pain in the side of my neck. I could feel something scrape against the surface and then pierce the skin. His teeth digging in hard. I could hear the wet sound he made, and I knew what he was doing. I heard his voice. He enjoyed this so much. When I finally was fully awake, the pain started to intensify. I started fighting, but he told me fighting would only make it hurt more. I stopped fighting. I saw his face when he stopped, and he grinned. Blood was on his lips. I was weak and unable to move. I looked into his eyes and was lost. In a trance. That was when I jerked awake. It was around 5:30 am. My neck actually had hurt just as bad as it did in my dream when I woke up. It still hurts now, and it's noon. It was one of those dreams where you aren't sure if you were awake or sleeping. I actually had to get up and look in the mirror to see if there were any marks on my neck. There was nothing. But the pain was still there. Was I dreaming?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-1723305659055174305?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1723305659055174305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=1723305659055174305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/1723305659055174305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/1723305659055174305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2011/02/dream-40-feeding.html' title='Dream 40: Feeding'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-2010904346894987368</id><published>2011-02-01T01:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T01:44:05.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 39: Tigress</title><content type='html'>I was in an unfamiliar house. I had a son and my grandmother lived with us. I was sleeping, and she woke me up, scared. I asked what was wrong, and it was because of my son. He was laughing devilishly. He smiled grimly with wide eyes. He said, "They're here!" His face changed. Distorted. His eyes were dark except the round circle of silver glowing in the middle. His teeth, where there was once baby teeth with one tooth missing because he just lost it used to be, were now sharp, jagged and razor sharp. All of them were. He crouched down to attack me. I crouched down and then it took over me. I growled at him and roared. I sounded like a tiger. I realized I had turned into a white tiger. I stalked him and leaped for the attack, to rip out his throat and kill him, for that evil thing inside, I knew would never leave. In mid-pounce, I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-2010904346894987368?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2010904346894987368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=2010904346894987368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/2010904346894987368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/2010904346894987368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2011/02/dream-39-tigress.html' title='Dream 39: Tigress'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-6577501397804098334</id><published>2011-02-01T01:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T01:33:07.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 38: Wave Of Death</title><content type='html'>There was a huge formal party at a mansion. Kids were playing with toys inside while the grown-ups were outside drinking and having conversation. I was inside preparing food and everything. I heard screams, and the sky grew dark outside. Then I looked out the window, and all I saw were gray, dead, lifeless formally dressed bodies crashing with the waves against the house. Everyone was dead. The kids hid downstairs thinking they'd be safe under the basement steps. I saw those people, and I had a feeling that I could care less that they were dead. I despised them. I was happy they were gone. The water outside was 100 feet or so over the house. It was spinning and swirling around the house. The house was untouched, but everything else outside, including people, cars, and trees were flooded and demolished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-6577501397804098334?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6577501397804098334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=6577501397804098334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/6577501397804098334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/6577501397804098334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2011/02/dream-38-wave-of-death.html' title='Dream 38: Wave Of Death'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-6249646574096838994</id><published>2011-02-01T01:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T01:25:57.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 37: Damon &amp; Stefan</title><content type='html'>I was in my great-grandmother's house in Reading, Pa. I lived there. Her old bedroom is mine now. tefan was in my room at the desk reading. I came downstairs, and it was dark. I was just going to get a drink. I went to turn on the light when Damon came around the corner and scared me. I screamed and woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I must watch too much Vampire Diaries for this dream to happen lol.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-6249646574096838994?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6249646574096838994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=6249646574096838994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/6249646574096838994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/6249646574096838994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2011/02/dream-37-damon-stefan.html' title='Dream 37: Damon &amp; Stefan'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-6834912578833364512</id><published>2011-02-01T01:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T01:22:15.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 36: Blood On The Walls</title><content type='html'>I was scraping paint off of the hallway wall to strip it and repaint. As I scraped it off I saw symbols smeared on the wall in blood. You could tell someone used their finger to smear it. It looked like finger paints. You could also tell it was real blood because it was a rusty brown from drying and being there for so long. I noticed that the symbols were satanic symbols. I kept scraping at the walls and more was appearing. I was scared and didn't want to admit that they were there. My bathroom door was shut and so was my grandmother's closet door. Red light as dark as blood creeped out of the edges of the doors. The doors opened slightly on their own. They were slamming shut and opening up, over and over, faster and faster. My grandmother paid no attention to it and she was in her bedroom watching TV and doing word searches. Then her bedroom door shut tight. I tried opening it but it wouldn't budge. Once I finally got it open, everyone was gone. I had heard her scream and the door opened. Now she was gone. The symbol on the wall were gone. Like nothing happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-6834912578833364512?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6834912578833364512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=6834912578833364512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/6834912578833364512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/6834912578833364512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2011/02/dream-36-blood-on-walls.html' title='Dream 36: Blood On The Walls'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-427829514178354861</id><published>2011-02-01T01:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T01:14:08.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 35: Temptation</title><content type='html'>I was in a beautiful meadow. My hair was down and shining like it had streaks of gold. The sun was bright; not cloud in the sky. I was wearing a long white gown. There's trees surrounding the meadowed area. It's in a circular area. In the middle of the meadow, there was an old pavilion looking building. It was all dried wood. It almost looked like it would crumble just from touching it. Just then a crow flew down, swooping over onto a ledge in the pavilion. I followed it, and saw it perched, watching me. I turned my back and the the crow disappeared. I heard someone behind me. I turned and saw a man. He wa wearing tight black pants, no shirt, a necklace, and he was barefooted. He was about 5'10" or 5'11" with short black hair and dark eyes (looking black from where I stood). He grinned at me. I noticed then that I was staring at him the way he was staring at me. It was the way you eye someone up, checking them out, taking them all in. I blushed, completely embarrassed. He walked towards me slowly. I lost my balance and stumbled backwards a few steps. I felt like I couldn't breathe. He started talking to me, but I couldn't understand him. His lips were moving, but there was no sound. All I could hear was everything else around. He pulled me towards him, jerking me, pulling me tightly against his body. I lost my breath. I could feel my blood burn like fire. My thoughts were jumbled. I just looked into hi black eyes and was lost. Then out of nowhere, I felt his lips pressed against mine, and then move to my neck. That's when I felt something sharp against my skin. At that moment I couldn't think. Thoughts were swimming in and out. I felt like I was going to faint. My heart and blood was still pounding hard and burning like fire under the surface. I could hear my heart beating in my ears. I just gave in. I thought it would be the best to do than to fight it. Was I right to give in to temptation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-427829514178354861?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/427829514178354861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=427829514178354861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/427829514178354861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/427829514178354861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2011/02/dream-35-temptation.html' title='Dream 35: Temptation'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-1342829808318442069</id><published>2011-02-01T00:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T00:57:53.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 34: Demonic Possession</title><content type='html'>I was laying in bed and possessed by the devil. I was sweating and trying to fight it. My body felt like it was burning from the inside out. My eyes looked different. I was wearing a white night gown, but my hair was dark colored. Maybe it was brown or black. My hands and feet were strapped to the bed, and there was a priest standing beside me speaking in latin. I was screaming. It left my body and jumped into the priest. I escaped the room, and the priest started coming after everyone in the house. We tried running out of the house and down the street. Whoever tried leaving though was either seriously injured or killed. I was running down the street, and every bone in the left arm snapped in half. My entire arm spun backwards behind my body. I screamed. The devil didn't want me to escape. Then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-1342829808318442069?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1342829808318442069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=1342829808318442069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/1342829808318442069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/1342829808318442069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2011/02/dream-34-demonic-possession.html' title='Dream 34: Demonic Possession'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-1663684499191568357</id><published>2009-11-19T01:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T23:59:26.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 33: Royal Vampiress 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TD6HiMV75EI/AAAAAAAAACY/_8KlDRF2M9s/s1600/3222148934_6fe5484864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TD6HiMV75EI/AAAAAAAAACY/_8KlDRF2M9s/s320/3222148934_6fe5484864.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493977616937116738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dream was similar to the one I had the other night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a royal vampires again. Torches lit the halls in the castle. Victorian-era. I was wearing a deep blood red velvet dress and the ruby necklace again. Hair done up. It's midnight. I find a man with a young girl I know I'm protecting for some reason but can't recognize her. He is going to rape her in a cage in the dungeon. I use the skeleton key in my pocket to open the dungeon door and get inside. I open the cage and yell at the man bearing my fangs. I pull the girl away and let her escape. The man just cowers and begs as I yell at him. I left the cage with the man inside and lock it up. I leave him there for a day or two to punish him. He cries out for me to let him g, and I refuse. I walk away leaving the dungeon. Then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-1663684499191568357?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1663684499191568357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=1663684499191568357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/1663684499191568357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/1663684499191568357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/dream-33-royal-vampiress-2.html' title='Dream 33: Royal Vampiress 2'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TD6HiMV75EI/AAAAAAAAACY/_8KlDRF2M9s/s72-c/3222148934_6fe5484864.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-3860119613391331715</id><published>2009-11-19T01:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T00:00:04.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 32: Royal Vampiress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TD6Hvn1fwII/AAAAAAAAACg/mhFh7uaI08U/s1600/3222148934_6fe5484864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TD6Hvn1fwII/AAAAAAAAACg/mhFh7uaI08U/s320/3222148934_6fe5484864.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493977847655547010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in another time. It was almost 500 years or so ago. Victorian-era, I guess. I was dressed in royal clothing. I had a ruby necklace around my neck. My hair was done up. It was midnight, and there was a masquerade party going on in a basement-like area of the castle. It was done there so no light would come in no matter what. I noticed that everyone there, including me, was a vampire. I had fangs, as did everyone else. Everyone was royalty. Even the help. I was in love with a man who loved me in return. The castle we were in was stone and old. Red velvet fabric everywhere. Curtains and all. All I could think of was the man that I loved. Where was he? I was searching for him all over and still no sign. I walk by some men who were drunk and fooling around. One man pushed the other into a pool of water on the floor. The men just laughed. I finally found my love. We kissed and licked each others' fangs. I could feel the heat in my veins. It was like liquid fire. Passion and lust burning through me. We were heading to the bedroom. Once we arrived to the bedroom, we opened the door, and I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-3860119613391331715?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3860119613391331715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=3860119613391331715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/3860119613391331715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/3860119613391331715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/dream-32-royal-vampiress.html' title='Dream 32: Royal Vampiress'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TD6Hvn1fwII/AAAAAAAAACg/mhFh7uaI08U/s72-c/3222148934_6fe5484864.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-5776738424285916101</id><published>2009-11-15T23:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:18:29.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 31: Not So Reel</title><content type='html'>It looks like an old time movie. A film reel rolling. You see the dust and dirt on the images as it plays. It's not black and white. It's sepia colored. Like a western movie. It's no western movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's of a girl in a white nightgown. She's bound to a chair with white fabric. About 18 years old and petite. She looks around. She can't tell where she is but she knows there's someone there. Someone watching. The room is dark all except for the tiny light from the half-painted window. All I see is her face, and she's afraid. Tears forming in her eyes. She knows she probably won't survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hears the sound of a saw running outside. Something moves in the dark corner of the room. She feels herself being pushed off the edge. The white fabric snags on the ledge as she falls. She's just hanging there. Praying for someone to save her. The floor below her disappears and that's when she hears him behind her up on the ledge. He just smiles as he rips the cloth, freeing her, and watching as she falls to her death screaming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-5776738424285916101?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5776738424285916101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=5776738424285916101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/5776738424285916101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/5776738424285916101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/dream-31-not-so-reel.html' title='Dream 31: Not So Reel'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-2543739185764657497</id><published>2009-11-15T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:17:58.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 30: The Artist</title><content type='html'>He welcomed us into his world. He wanted to show us his works of art. It was a storage facility in the middle of nowhere. He opened the door and the room was dark. We walked in as he shut the door. He finally flipped a switch lighting up each of the glass displays. They were big enough to be bedrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In each display was a person. Not just any normal person. They were people who he experimented on. One woman I remember particularly. She was naked. She had beautiful long brown hair but the right side of her face was sewn to her right shoulder. The inside part of her arms were sewn to her sides. Her left leg was bent at the knee and crossed behind her right leg at the back of her other knee where it was sewn together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man just looked at the people in awe. He was so happy. He walked along the room in front of each display admiring each "piece of art".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to cry just seeing all of these people like this. The woman who came with me spoke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "How could you do this to these people? What makes you think that this is art? This is torture! You're a fucking psycho!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just turned and looked at her. All I saw was the knife he had in his hand. With one quick slice of that knife he cut across her entire stomach. Everything just started falling out of her. She started to fall back, and I caught her. I held her as she took her last breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me, and I was scared. I thought I was next. He then leaned over the woman in my lap. He was admiring her wondering how he could use her in his next piece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-2543739185764657497?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2543739185764657497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=2543739185764657497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/2543739185764657497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/2543739185764657497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/dream-30-artist.html' title='Dream 30: The Artist'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-2425040089773315343</id><published>2008-10-19T19:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:50:28.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 29: Werewolf Attack II</title><content type='html'>I was in a clearing. A meadow somewhere in the middle of the woods. I hear a loud thumping. A heartbeat. I hear them rustling the leaves while running a perimeter around me in the woods. I hear every footstep. I concentrate, waiting for them to attack. I get into a crouch, anticipating their attack ready to fight back for when they do I'll rip their throat out. They are loud heavy footsteps. Getting louder and closer. Then I wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-2425040089773315343?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2425040089773315343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=2425040089773315343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/2425040089773315343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/2425040089773315343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/dream-29-werewolf-attacks-ii.html' title='Dream 29: Werewolf Attack II'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-7840994146024575926</id><published>2008-10-19T19:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:48:04.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 28: Werewolf Attack</title><content type='html'>I was running through the woods. Someone was chasing me. We were both moving at lightning fast speed. I turned around to see if he was still there. He pounced on me pinning me to the ground on my back, and he growled in my face. I remember laying on the road in front of a house that looked familiar. I've never been there before. Then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-7840994146024575926?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7840994146024575926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=7840994146024575926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/7840994146024575926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/7840994146024575926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/dream-28-werewolf-attack.html' title='Dream 28: Werewolf Attack'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-8413232784916395478</id><published>2008-07-31T13:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T00:11:02.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 27: My Demonic Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TD6KUV2QwWI/AAAAAAAAACo/YYtGOvtdcMA/s1600/MaleAngel+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TD6KUV2QwWI/AAAAAAAAACo/YYtGOvtdcMA/s320/MaleAngel+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493980677505335650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world was destroyed. Just a small chunk of it left. The rest was broken off through the years. It's been decades after and the world has shifted in the solar system. All that's left are a few people, counting me, and other creatures people never even knew about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into my room. It was in a huge cave with other rooms. You could feel the heat from the center of the cave. I guess it was like a volcano but not active, and not as hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a guy laying on my bed. He was thin but muscular. About 6 feet tall with short brown hair and pale blue eyes with a darker blue around the edges. It was almost like he was two people because right down the center of his body his skin tone split into two different colors. The right half was a normal white skin tone. The left side of his body was like an overlay of red. The red side of his body had a red wing with bright orange hues, almost like fire. The white side of his body had a silver wing with blue hues, almost like ice. He had vampire fangs but he wasn't considered a vampire. He also had small black horns that swirled on his forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood up when I entered the room and we talked. I don't remember what we said. I think it was something about me liking him but I couldn't because it wasn't safe. I don't know. He moved closer to me like he couldn't resist it. I remember him saying, "Damn you, girl." Then he pulled me to him and kissed me for a long time. My blood boiled from being so close to him, like I was kissing fire. I felt the fire burning beneath my skin, surging through my entire body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-8413232784916395478?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8413232784916395478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=8413232784916395478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/8413232784916395478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/8413232784916395478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/07/dream-27-my-demonic-angel.html' title='Dream 27: My Demonic Angel'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TD6KUV2QwWI/AAAAAAAAACo/YYtGOvtdcMA/s72-c/MaleAngel+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-5878424393528085877</id><published>2008-07-31T13:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T00:16:58.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 26: Stone Ruins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TD6LtgrixYI/AAAAAAAAACw/FN0K8Yhc534/s1600/3413356669_d2825ccc12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TD6LtgrixYI/AAAAAAAAACw/FN0K8Yhc534/s320/3413356669_d2825ccc12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493982209421526402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a city. Stone ruins. Kinda reminded me of Egypt or Mayan cities. I was looking around, discovering things, like an archaeologist. I was in a stone tunnel just under the surface of the city. I heard something coming, something big. I saw these creatures, reminded of a lycan but it wasn't a werewolf. Not sure what they were. They were 8 feet, big feet and hands,and flat faces with almost no nose at all. The had a greyish black skin and walked like a monkey would. They ran like cheetahs. I saw them running after me and I ran. The wall caved in up on one side and the sunlight had shone through. I fell and they wouldn't come near me because of the light. I escaped through the hole and woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-5878424393528085877?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5878424393528085877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=5878424393528085877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/5878424393528085877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/5878424393528085877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/07/dream-26.html' title='Dream 26: Stone Ruins'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TD6LtgrixYI/AAAAAAAAACw/FN0K8Yhc534/s72-c/3413356669_d2825ccc12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-4932539604894950714</id><published>2008-05-25T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:37:34.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 25: Vampire Stalker</title><content type='html'>I dreamt I was a vampire's girlfriend. We were in a store like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart. No one was there because it was after it closed. We were still inside and so was someone else who was trying to kill me. My boyfriend kept yelling at me to run because the guy was right in front of us, but he stayed behind to fight him off to protect me. I ran as far as I could, and I still heard him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yelling&lt;/span&gt; in the distance for me to run. After he fought the other guy, he met back up with me and he said, "You're safe now." He then kissed me and hugged me, and I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-4932539604894950714?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4932539604894950714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=4932539604894950714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/4932539604894950714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/4932539604894950714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/05/dream-25.html' title='Dream 25: Vampire Stalker'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-3048305791761283853</id><published>2008-05-25T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:38:29.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 24: Vampiric Seduction</title><content type='html'>I was in my room on my bed sitting, and someone was in front of me whispering things in my ear. I couldn't resist them, and I couldn't think straight. I just totally gave in to them, and they looked at me showing their fangs. My eyes widened because I was nervous, and they pulled my head to the side sinking their teeth into my neck. I felt it burning in my neck for real and in my dream. I felt the pain, and in my dream I screamed so loud. After a few seconds they stopped and then disappeared. I heard their voice in my head. They were inside it telling me that they wanted me and wanted to take me. One way or another they were going to have me. I was in a very deep sleep, and I woke up only because of my grandmother telling me to get up. It was 1:30 pm when she woke me. My body was stiff, curled up, and very hot. It felt so real that when I was dreaming, my mind thought it was real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-3048305791761283853?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3048305791761283853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=3048305791761283853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/3048305791761283853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/3048305791761283853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/05/dream-24.html' title='Dream 24: Vampiric Seduction'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-4207613859503140240</id><published>2008-04-14T02:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:39:15.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 23: Demonic Sister</title><content type='html'>I had a dream that I was laying in bed. I had just woken up in the morning. I roll over and see my sister (Jesi) on the floor sitting with her knees drawn up to her chest and her back to me. She was holding a gun in her hands, and she was sticking it in her mouth. I sat up quick and then heard it bang as she pulled the trigger. The back of her head was blown off and she was still alive. There was blood everywhere, and a pool of it gathering on the floor underneath her. I was scared and crying, and then she turned around smiling. Then she looked at me and started laughing. Then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-4207613859503140240?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4207613859503140240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=4207613859503140240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/4207613859503140240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/4207613859503140240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/04/dream-23.html' title='Dream 23: Demonic Sister'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-5827253507045202830</id><published>2008-01-10T20:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:39:39.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 22: Carmen</title><content type='html'>I was in a dark basement looking for a girl. I kept screaming her name. I remember running around trying to find her, but it was all a maze. I remember it being wet, and there's pipes everywhere. I heard her yelling, and I kept yelling her name. Her name is Carmen. I was crying because I couldn't find her. Then I woke up scared. It felt so real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-5827253507045202830?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5827253507045202830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=5827253507045202830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/5827253507045202830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/5827253507045202830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/dream-22.html' title='Dream 22: Carmen'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-1503602318599941312</id><published>2008-01-10T20:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:40:12.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 21: Solitary</title><content type='html'>I had a dream that I was locked in a room, and as soon as the door was shut, it disappeared. I tried finding a door to get out, but I couldn't find one. I remember bookshelves, a fireplace, furniture, and other things in the room. I notice the wallpaper on the wall is shredded, and layers are falling down. I try peeling the layers away, but all it does is show a black neverending space. It's as if the wallpaper was just dangling there with no wall behind it. I try walking forward into it, and as I do I get stuck in it. I can't go back to the room I was at. I look around where I am and see nothing. Just darkness. Then all of a sudden out of nowhere a big pool of blood drops from above onto me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-1503602318599941312?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1503602318599941312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=1503602318599941312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/1503602318599941312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/1503602318599941312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/dream-21.html' title='Dream 21: Solitary'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-8874397642399793935</id><published>2008-01-10T20:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:40:43.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 20: Torture</title><content type='html'>I was chained down and someone was sticking hook-like needles through my skin. They attached it to another chain and they pulled it. They kept pulling and I was screaming. My skin started to pull off of my body. Then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-8874397642399793935?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8874397642399793935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=8874397642399793935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/8874397642399793935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/8874397642399793935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/dream-20.html' title='Dream 20: Torture'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-6809624393916329390</id><published>2008-01-10T20:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:48:54.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Dad (Entry 05)</title><content type='html'>My dad was in the hospital getting chemotherapy to get rid of his leukemia. Everything was fine until he got a blood infection. Since his immune system was at 12 instead of like 200,000, he had gotten very ill. He had a fever of 106 and ended up not being able to breathe on his own. They had put him on a ventilator to breathe and he had about 9 bags of fluids + antibiotics going through his body. Some were for pain which made him groggy and sleepy. He could only nod his head, squeeze his hands or blink to respond. After a week he was getting worse. His blood pressure dropped really low a few times and his heart rate was getting too high. It got to the point where nothing was gonna make him better. He was on dialysis because everything in his body was shutting down. They took him off the medication on Monday and we were all there in the room. My sister and brother were playing guitar for him and we played a song he loved. Me and my sister were both holding his hands. His blood pressure and heart rate slowly dropped every second. Everybody said their goodbyes and then he passed away at 6:40PM EST. It was really hard for everyone. Even my mom, and it was then that she realized she still loved my dad. I don't know how I'm gonna live without him. He was always there for me, always loved spending time with me, taught me everything. He was my hero, for being so strong and always full of life, not caring what other people thought. As every day passes I'll never forget my dad and how great he was. I'm glad he is not suffering anymore and that he's in a better place. I love him, and I'll never forget him. May he rest in peace. I love you, Dad. &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-6809624393916329390?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6809624393916329390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=6809624393916329390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/6809624393916329390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/6809624393916329390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/rip-dad-entry-05.html' title='RIP Dad (Entry 05)'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-1975505427734918770</id><published>2008-01-10T20:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:41:06.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 19: Vision of Death</title><content type='html'>When I was with Josh, I had a dream that I saw a casket, but it was closed. I saw his dad and sister there but not his mom or step-dad. I walked in and realized there were 3 caskets, not just one. I realized that it was his mom and step-dad. I cried and ran out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up I only told Josh I saw him. I didn't tell him I saw his mom and step-dad. That day he was supposed to go somewhere with them, but he didn't. He told me on the phone that his mom and step-dad were in a car accident and died.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Josh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-1975505427734918770?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1975505427734918770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=1975505427734918770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/1975505427734918770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/1975505427734918770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/dream-19.html' title='Dream 19: Vision of Death'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-5678638483454128568</id><published>2008-01-10T20:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:47:51.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 04</title><content type='html'>I keep wondering why is it that everyone who gets close to me dies. Mostly everyone dies in a car accident. When I was in middle school, there were two guys that I had liked and over the summer I found out they were in a car accident. Josh's mom and step-dad died in a car accident after I got close to him. My cousin, Rachel, who was only 22, died in a car accident. My cat got hit by a car. I would've been hit if I would've been there any sooner when I went to get the mail. I think I'm a magnet for death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was horrible. My cat could have had leukemia, and the vet said the test was negative but there's still something wrong with him. His immune system is slowly killing himself by killing off white blood cells. My dad's leukemia is back, and now he has to get chemotherapy. He's debating whether he wants to go through it all again. I don't know how much longer my dad will be around, and it scares me. Along with that, my grandmother wants me out of the house because I have been standing up for myself, and she doesn't like it. She thinks I'm being a smartass or bitchy just because my dad is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I get angry or upset, she blames it on my mom, Ashley, my sister, or my dad. She thinks that everytime I go to see them I get pissed off, and I don't. It's because she is always on my ass telling me to do this, then do that. 24/7. I am not her slave, but yet she expects me to do anything and everything she tells me. Part of the reason I don't have many friends, and any relationships. When she tells me to get out, I'm actually happy because then I don't have to deal with her being so bossy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plain and simple: Life sucks! (especially around me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-5678638483454128568?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5678638483454128568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=5678638483454128568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/5678638483454128568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/5678638483454128568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/entry-04.html' title='Entry 04'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-1779781093318378489</id><published>2008-01-10T20:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T00:20:51.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 18: Camp From Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TD6MnvO6ClI/AAAAAAAAAC4/p-OtNhFNFC8/s1600/cabins.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TD6MnvO6ClI/AAAAAAAAAC4/p-OtNhFNFC8/s320/cabins.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493983209760361042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a camping trip, but everyone slept in cabins. We pulled up to the parking lot in a bus and the had to walk up the hill to get to the cabins. Everywhere you looked things were wrapped in barbed wire. It was creepy looking everywhere. We got to the cabins and it was getting dark so we settled in and went to bed. I heard a noise and woke up. The other cabin was on fire, and everyone was screaming. I saw a guy with long black hair come over to our cabin but instead, he came inside. He was watching me. He wanted to kill me for some reason. I kept running around the porch, and he chased me, throwing knives and swords at me. He had an axe, but he missed me. He had almost killed me, but he dropped his last blade. I grabbed it and shoved it through his chest, then pulling up. I was making sure he would die. He just stood there watching me, his blood pouring out, until he fell over. I had killed him. That's when I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-1779781093318378489?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1779781093318378489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=1779781093318378489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/1779781093318378489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/1779781093318378489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/dream-18.html' title='Dream 18: Camp From Hell'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TD6MnvO6ClI/AAAAAAAAAC4/p-OtNhFNFC8/s72-c/cabins.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-6339044302903740881</id><published>2008-01-10T20:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:42:14.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 17: Female Slavery</title><content type='html'>I was in a building with rooms for a bunch of girls, 2 girls per room. Everything seemed old, and the beds were like ones you see in a jail cell. No blankets, just a bed and a bathroom to use. There were also no windows. I was there with another girl. We were there to serve men for sex. Whether we wanted to or not, we had to. Someone came in to get her and she was yelling and crying. She didn't want to go but they pulled her out of the room by her hair. I was still in the room, watching them do it to her. I started crying and was scared. I decided to try and escape. They were doing something outside, playing some game. All the guys were there. A bunch were at the shed, some in the parking lot. I was sneaking out around the building to leave. I got most of the way out when a guy stopped me. He was pulling my hair and then slamming me into the wall. He wrapped his hand around my throat starting to cut off my air supply. Then a guy who said he was in charge of what happens to me came over. He ordered him to let go. He let me go, and I fell to the ground. I was crying, and the guy told me to shut up. I did as he said and then he pulled me back up to stand in front of him. I'm not allowed to look in his eyes. He ordered me to go with the guy who found me so he could use me over in the shed. The guy took me to the shed and shackled me to the bed that was there. He started fucking me, making me scream and cry. As I did, he slapped me and told me to shut up. When I didn't he started choking me again. He did it until I passed out. When he was finished he left me laying there, passed out. He told the guy in charge of me to take care of me. He unshackled me and carried me to my room. He left the room and locked it from the outside. He made sure there was a guard outside my door so I couldn't get out. Then I woke up from my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-6339044302903740881?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6339044302903740881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=6339044302903740881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/6339044302903740881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/6339044302903740881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/dream-17.html' title='Dream 17: Female Slavery'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-4966304643344945452</id><published>2008-01-10T20:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:42:43.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 16: Violation</title><content type='html'>I was being stalked by some guy I didn't know. He kept calling my house threatening me. I tried calling Josh but I couldn't reach him. The guy broke into my house at night, tied me up, and told me to shut up because I was screaming. I didn't shut up and he hit me. Then he drugged me so he could use me like he threatened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-4966304643344945452?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4966304643344945452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=4966304643344945452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/4966304643344945452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/4966304643344945452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/dream-16.html' title='Dream 16: Violation'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-1502976117415466011</id><published>2008-01-10T20:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:43:25.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 15: Morbid Cabin</title><content type='html'>I was asleep in a bed with white blankets and sheets. My cat was sleeping beside me. I woke up to see I was in an abandoned house that had body parts hanging from the ceiling. There were also bloody torsos wrapped in plastic. Everything was drenched in blood except me, my cat, the bed, and white curtains. The window was open and a breeze was coming in. I went to get up to look around and woke up from my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-1502976117415466011?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1502976117415466011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=1502976117415466011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/1502976117415466011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/1502976117415466011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/dream-15.html' title='Dream 15: Morbid Cabin'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-3721261289712722116</id><published>2008-01-10T20:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T01:05:47.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams 12-14: Dreamweaver (Forced Dreams)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dream 12&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that I was outside of my house at night in the backyard getting ready to go in to bed. I went and turned towards the door but saw a vampire standing, leaning against my house. He was watching me. I tried to run but he caught up with me forcing me back around. He was holding my arms tight almost bruising them. He said something to me but I forgot what he said and he grabbed my throat. He leaned my head and bit my neck. Then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dream 13&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt I was in a dark place chained to the ceiling again like in my other dream. I was being tortured by the same people in my other dream again. Then I was being raped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dream 14&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being raped by the same vampire in all of my dreams. Only this time I learned his name. It's Aubrey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-3721261289712722116?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3721261289712722116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=3721261289712722116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/3721261289712722116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/3721261289712722116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/dreams-12-14-forced-on-me.html' title='Dreams 12-14: Dreamweaver (Forced Dreams)'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-3786968655155240082</id><published>2008-01-10T20:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:44:03.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 03 (Poems I Wrote)</title><content type='html'>Here are poems that I've written in the past week. Comment on them if you'd like. I'd like to know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Secrets&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this guilt&lt;br /&gt;Building up inside&lt;br /&gt;It's eating away&lt;br /&gt;Consuming my mind&lt;br /&gt;The truth is dying&lt;br /&gt;Dying to come out&lt;br /&gt;Ready to be heard&lt;br /&gt;I wanna shout it out&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel free&lt;br /&gt;Can't keep this bottled up&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta let you know&lt;br /&gt;Everything I hold&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Waiting&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you'd be around to love me&lt;br /&gt;When the rain was pouring down&lt;br /&gt;But now that I am here&lt;br /&gt;You're nowhere to be found&lt;br /&gt;Why did you leave me&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for that moment?&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is fading&lt;br /&gt;But still I choose to stay&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in the pouring rain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-3786968655155240082?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3786968655155240082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=3786968655155240082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/3786968655155240082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/3786968655155240082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/entry-03-poems-i-wrote.html' title='Entry 03 (Poems I Wrote)'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-5224454409616314683</id><published>2008-01-10T20:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:42:38.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 02</title><content type='html'>Last night I heard whispers in my room. It sounded like someone saying my name and then something else but I couldn't understand it. Later that night all of a sudden I felt light-headed and dizzy. It was as if something was trying to make me pass out. After a few minutes it stopped. Then I felt something squeezing my wrist, and it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I feel really tired and drained of energy. Also like I can't think straight. Maybe it was from last night. I'm not sure. Anywayz, there has been weird things like that happening to me all the time. Sometimes I just wish it would stop but I know it won't. Right now I feel like if I close my eyes I will be asleep for hours on end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-5224454409616314683?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5224454409616314683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=5224454409616314683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/5224454409616314683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/5224454409616314683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/entry-02.html' title='Entry 02'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-7571936431838703053</id><published>2008-01-10T20:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:52:53.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 11: Cheating Lover</title><content type='html'>I dreamt that I was checking my email. There was an email from Justin and I opened it. I read it and started to cry because he was being harsh. He said that we were over and that he never wanted me to talk to him again. I kept seeing this: WindH78. He said that he had found his angel and didn't love me anymore. I woke up and was crying so hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-7571936431838703053?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7571936431838703053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=7571936431838703053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/7571936431838703053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/7571936431838703053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/dream-11.html' title='Dream 11: Cheating Lover'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-8428752190365081829</id><published>2008-01-10T20:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:46:24.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 10: Submission</title><content type='html'>Josh snuck out of the woods and made me bow in front of him. My brother was there and he told him to leave but not to say anything to anybody or he would kill my family and all he told. I got up trying to run and Josh threw the knife and it went into the tree. I stopped and grabbed the knife. I gave it back to him as I started to cry. Then he held me down as he drugged me. Shooting something into my arm. I was knocked out and he carried me back to his car and drove off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-8428752190365081829?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8428752190365081829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=8428752190365081829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/8428752190365081829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/8428752190365081829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/dream-10.html' title='Dream 10: Submission'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-7576536769452023910</id><published>2008-01-10T20:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:47:09.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 09: Kidnap + Torture</title><content type='html'>I had a dream that I was in a park with my brother. I was on my cell phone behind a tree and turned to realize 4 guys have ganged up on my brother, beating the hell out of him. One guy came up behind me and said that if I gave myself to them willingly that they'd leave my brother alone. I asked what would happen if I didn't. He said that if I didn't he'd kill both of us. I let him have me to save my brother. He called an ambulance for my brother and he took me in a van with the other guys. They started driving off and got a needle out, shooting something in my arm that knocked me out. I woke up chained to a bed and one of the guys was raping me. I started to scream and cry and he just hit me. He said if I would scream again he'd give me something to scream about. When he stopped, Justin had called my cell phone and one of the guys picked it up saying, "Hello Loverboy." I yelled for Justin and he heard me. Justin got the cops involved and they ended up finding me. I was in a cabin in the woods and they had stuck 15 needles in my arm, going through my skin. I had blood running down my arm. I was still chained when they had found me. Justin came rushing over to see if I was okay. I saw him and then I woke up from my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-7576536769452023910?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7576536769452023910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=7576536769452023910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/7576536769452023910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/7576536769452023910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/dream-09.html' title='Dream 09: Kidnap + Torture'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-5988078791292556113</id><published>2008-01-10T20:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:41:24.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 01</title><content type='html'>Today was an okay day. I got up and took care of a few things around the house. I went to the store so that we could have something for dinner. As I was cooking dinner I burnt my wrist on something hot...it'll probably leave a scar. It still hurts now. My uncle and my dad almost got into a fight and ended up putting me in the middle of it. I get to the point anymore when there is arguing here, I stay away because I always get the shakes, and I get scared. I'm tired of everyone fighting here all the time. This home is so disfunctional. I can't stand it here anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-5988078791292556113?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5988078791292556113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=5988078791292556113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/5988078791292556113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/5988078791292556113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/entry-01.html' title='Entry 01'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-2134500230875168639</id><published>2008-01-10T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:47:37.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 08: Gothic World of Chaos</title><content type='html'>I was in a cafeteria-like place only there was a stage. It got dark and then a metal band started to play. There were a bunch of people talking. On every table there was a bunch of grapes and a banana. I picked the grapes up looking at them. Justin started to eat the banana. I was laughing at him. He said, "What? I'm hungry." Then he started to laugh as well. After everyone left it was dark out. I saw everyone and they all had wings. They were flying away. I stayed for a while. Then they came back close to sunrise and saw that Justin and I were human and not vampires like them. They started chasing us and as the sun started to rise, instead of them burning, they turned to stone. We warned everybody of the vampires. My grandmother, Angel, and I went to the store to get a few things before sunset. It was dark when we got back and we almost hit a dog that looked exactly like Angel. We had to drive slow because there were children in the streets. They looked like vampires too. We got home and got everything inside before the vampires came. We shut and locked all the doors and windows. Covering them too. Angel got outside somehow when the vampires came and she was barking at them and chasing them as some rode on motorcycles. They were burning things outside too, trashing everything. I didn't realize but they had turned Justin. He let them in the house. He started to come after me with them after killing my family. I yelled, "Wait!" He stopped because he realized what he was about to do to me. The others grabbed me and pinned me against the wall waiting for him to bite me as they started to feed from me. I was scared and crying. I told Justin, "Don't kill me, I love you! If you must do this at least turn me so I can be with you. I want to be with you forever." I broke free from them and we hugged each other not realizing I just gave him direct access to my neck. He kissed my neck and said that he was sorry. Then I felt his teeth sinking in. I left out a loud moan and after he was done I was so weak and almost dead. My tears were running down my face and he layed me on the bed. He bit his wrist and put it to my mouth. He said to drink it so I did. I had become a vampire. He wiped my tears away and kissed me. He said, "Everything will be fine. We're together now. I love you, Miss." I smiled at him and gave him a great big hug saying that I loved him too. Then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-2134500230875168639?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2134500230875168639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=2134500230875168639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/2134500230875168639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/2134500230875168639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/dream-08.html' title='Dream 08: Gothic World of Chaos'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-3581678636734397275</id><published>2008-01-10T20:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:48:16.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 07: Death/Serenity (Vision/Daydream)</title><content type='html'>I was dreaming of morbid images like the kind you see in horror movies. Half-decayed faces and dark figures. Then out of nowhere my dream switched over to a world that was so beautiful. There was a woman there in white. She had long blonde wavy hair, blue eyes, about 23 or 24 looking, a wreath of some kind on her head, and she had the most beautiful smile. I felt peaceful and happy. This is when I realized that it wasn't a dream. I was wide awake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-3581678636734397275?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3581678636734397275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=3581678636734397275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/3581678636734397275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/3581678636734397275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/dream-07-visiondaydream.html' title='Dream 07: Death/Serenity (Vision/Daydream)'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-8338396785922265036</id><published>2008-01-10T20:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T01:10:33.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 06: Falling</title><content type='html'>I was running through the woods from something. I remember having to tell someone something important. Then I ran off a cliff, over a large body of water with huge rocks at the bottom. I woke up right before I fell. Before I woke up I felt like I was actually falling. I thought I was falling out of bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-8338396785922265036?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8338396785922265036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=8338396785922265036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/8338396785922265036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/8338396785922265036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/dream-06.html' title='Dream 06: Falling'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-4004747031287823571</id><published>2008-01-10T20:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:49:52.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 05: Vampire Coven</title><content type='html'>I was chained to the ceiling by my wrists. I was naked and there were five people around me. Four of them were in black robes so I couldn't see their faces. The one I saw had short black hair, black eyes, and pale skinned. He wore a tight black t-shirt and jeans with a gold chain around his neck that had and upside-down cross on it. He had two tattoos. One on each arm. One was of a serpent, the other of a wolf. The ones in the robes started to whip me and I started to cry and scream. That is when I realized that the one watching was a vampire because I saw his fangs when he grinned. Everyone stopped whipping me and he came over licking all of the blood off of me. They all had broken the skin. The pain in my dream felt real. I woke up and I was sore all over and weak. When I dreamt of that vampire I wasn't afraid. I felt like I knew him somehow. I've seen him before in one of my dreams but I don't remember very clearly what had happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-4004747031287823571?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4004747031287823571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=4004747031287823571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/4004747031287823571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/4004747031287823571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/dream-05.html' title='Dream 05: Vampire Coven'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-2806638083525802728</id><published>2008-01-10T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:50:23.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 04: Demons + Secrets (Reoccurs)</title><content type='html'>I was in a library looking around. I found an old brown leather book that was huge. It had to have at least 2-3,000 pages in it. It was locked shut with chains around it. I tried to open it but I didn't succeed. I heard everyone starting to scream, shoving me out of the way, running out of the library. I just stood there still holding the book. I was then alone. Black smoke started to fill the room and I heard someone behind me. I turned around and saw the same demon as in my first dream. I wasn't afraid but I felt safe and protected. He gave an evil grin and then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-2806638083525802728?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2806638083525802728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=2806638083525802728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/2806638083525802728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/2806638083525802728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/dream-04-reoccurs.html' title='Dream 04: Demons + Secrets (Reoccurs)'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-2130540893587206666</id><published>2008-01-10T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:50:45.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 03: Door To Light (Reoccurs)</title><content type='html'>I was in a library looking around at all the books. There were lots of people around. Then I found a secret room. I went inside to find a lot of books that were older, and I found a huge door. Everything was dusty and covered with cobwebs, and the room was so dark. I saw the door and it had symbols on it. It looked sort of like runes. If they were, I don't know. The top of the door was a curve shape. It had to be about 8 feet tall. I saw a demon with wings, white glowing eyes, claws for hands, and long sharp teeth perched on a bookshelf. Maybe it was a gargoyle. I'm not sure. He was watching me, wanting me to open the door. I walked over to the door and tried opening it but before I did I woke up from the dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-2130540893587206666?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2130540893587206666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=2130540893587206666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/2130540893587206666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/2130540893587206666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/dream-03-reoccurs.html' title='Dream 03: Door To Light (Reoccurs)'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-4735079469632430938</id><published>2008-01-10T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:44:33.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 02: Death of a Loved One (Vision/Dream)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/R4a29CHA_MI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J8V9IskcSD8/s1600-h/IM000080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154007983226682562" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 195px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/R4a29CHA_MI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J8V9IskcSD8/s320/IM000080.jpg" border="0" height="170" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a dream about my cat, for three nights in a row before it actually happened, getting hit by a car. He had gotten out in the middle of the night and ended up at the road. My uncle was about to leave for work and saw him along the side of the road. I heard him come in and I woke right up and knew something was wrong. All I heard him say to my grandmother was "the cat". He was crying. I ran out and saw Toby in the back yard. He had carried him up from the road. He was still alive and could barely breathe. I broke into tears, and I started yelling "No!". He was bleeding and suffering so much pain. There was nothing I could do but watch my best friend die. I cried for days. I love him so much and I miss him too. I still think about him often. RIP Toby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-4735079469632430938?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4735079469632430938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=4735079469632430938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/4735079469632430938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/4735079469632430938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/dream-02-rip-toby.html' title='Dream 02: Death of a Loved One (Vision/Dream)'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/R4a29CHA_MI/AAAAAAAAAAU/J8V9IskcSD8/s72-c/IM000080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5152829503272690669.post-7994945363145663376</id><published>2008-01-10T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:52:20.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream 01: Innocence Lost (When I Was Little)</title><content type='html'>This is a dream I had when I was little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that I was sitting in my bedroom at my old house. I was on my bed reading a book and someone appeared in front of me out of nowhere. I went to say something to them because I was frightened. Before I could say anything though they created a huge energy ball and threw it at me. I yelled because it hurt. I flew back, hitting the wall, and I was knocked out. I fell over and then that's when I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5152829503272690669-7994945363145663376?l=twilight-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7994945363145663376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5152829503272690669&amp;postID=7994945363145663376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/7994945363145663376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5152829503272690669/posts/default/7994945363145663376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twilight-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/dream-01-when-i-was-little.html' title='Dream 01: Innocence Lost (When I Was Little)'/><author><name>Eccentrixx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03374286566952150001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_URKcpJ-7o1o/TUe8cXYUNuI/AAAAAAAAADM/oKsKSf8BzMo/s220/power.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
