Vampire Maman’s Guide to Dream Interpretation

At the end of my street is a woodland that ends in bluffs overlooking a lake. On one end one can see the towers of Folsom Prison. If you walk a bit down the trail you can see the Mormon Temple. At night it looks like the Eifel Tower in Paris.

Most Vampires avoid both prisons and churches (I use that term for all places of worship.)

If we go in a church we’re usually drawn in by the music, hiding out or drawn in by someone of strong will.

I had a dream that my friend Amelia and I were inside of the Mormon Temple exploring on our own. I’ve been there so I have a visual, but I wasn’t exploring the first time – the real-time. I was on a tour, as a guest, when the building first opened (another story for another time.)

It was lovely and a bit confusing. I have to admit that I like exploring old Catholic churches full of statues of saints the best. Of course the ultimate is getting into the hidden areas of the Vatican. Oh have I got stories for you about that. Dan Brown – give me a call if you’re reading this. Yes, Vampires love the Vatican.

Amelia has always been the explorer – more than most Vampires. Granted we go in and out of buildings and places as we more or less please, but Amelia is the master. Name a place and she has been there, unseen. No, really, name a restricted place. Amelia has been there. Ask her about the Knights Templars. I dare you.

But my adventure was just a dream, however real it seemed.

For some reason, when schedules change, I dream vivid dreams. I can’t sleep either.

My brother Max came this morning at 3:00 a.m. and picked up my kids for a trip to the coast. Just the weekend, but I couldn’t sleep, except to have strange dreams. Granted my sleep schedule is already messed up. You know, people think being a Vampire is easy but it isn’t. Not at all.

So that got me to thinking about the meaning of dreams. And that led to a list.

Vampire Maman’s Guide to Dream Interpretation

What you dream about and what it means (in italics.)

Cats: Something good is about to happen.

Blood: Either you’re thirsty or somebody is in big trouble.

Church outside: You are utterly alone.

Church inside: Feeling caution.

Cake: Cake.

Driving: Trying to resolve childhood issues.

Driving fast: Trying to resolve adult issues.

Vanishing road: You are afraid of everything and feeling out of control.

Airplanes: Black crows or grackles. 

Rockets: Toothpaste.

Wolves: Sex with someone you don’t really like but are attracted to.

Sex: Unresolved issues with the artistic side of your brain.

Sex with a stranger: Unresolved issues with disappointment.

Red: A color.

Blue: Another color.

Orange: A longing for Halloween.

Political conversations: You’re truly sick and need help.

Wine: Wine.

Broken glass: Broken dreams and self loathing.

Birds: Birds.

Bats: Feeling of being both cute and ugly at the same time.

Trains: Change.

Train travel: Sex.

Childhood: The need for cake. Maybe pie. Cookies will do in a pinch.

School: Fear.

Militant Vegans: Small barking dogs.

Roses: Beauty and pain.

Beer: Fear of hot weather.

Witches: You are being watched.

 

To be perfectly honest with you, I don’t believe in dream interpretation but please, go ahead and study my list. I’m concerned for the well-being of all and want everyone to feel good. Yes, look into my eyes. See the hazel waves of the ocean lulling you into relaxation. You’re in your happy spot. You feel calm. You feel the cool ocean breeze surround you in love. You want my teeth on your neck. Relax, close your eyes, sleep and when you wake… I will be gone.

 

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

 

 

 

 

 

Recurring Dreams and Nightmares

 

Recurring Dreams and Nightmares

The other night my kids and I were talking about recurring dreams. Clara has dreams about having another family. The other mother looks just like her. The bother looks like me. The dad isn’t around much. She still has us, her real parents, but she has that other family too and they want her to move in. Garrett dreams he can fly like a bird only he has to wear blue velvet like the painting Blue Boy. I’m not sure if Blue Boy wears velvet or not but it isn’t his dream.

I have a recurring dream where my house has a secret house attached to it. The secret house is about 1,800 square feet. It is almost as real in my mind as my real house. In another recurring dream I live in an old house with an attic full of ghosts.

We asked Teddy, my husband and father of my children, if he had any recurring dreams. As always, when we bring up things like dreams he acted a tad bit annoyed. Then he said, “I’m not a Vampire in my dreams. I’m warm.”

Oh.

Yes, this is a blog written by and for the most part for Vampires (in case you don’t already know.)

I married a reluctant Vampire. That is, he didn’t choose to be one of the “undead.” Actually only Regular Humans call us “undead.” Anyway the conversation ended and the kids wanted to know what was going on. They know a bit of the history.

I told them about the first time I saw their father asleep. He’d been a fixture in my young life as my brother’s Max’s best friend.

A girl, a teen, one of my friends, was in love with Teddy. She was 16, he was 26. She was a Vampire. He was not. So she plotted with some less than desirable types. These were Vampires we did not associate with. One night they kidnapped Theodore Todd in the middle of the night and did the deed.

The year was 1876. I was 16, almost 17. My brother Val had just turned 18. Our older brothers were all in their 20’s with Max, the eldest at 26. Max and Teddy were constant companions. They grew up together, were college roommates and as close as two creatures could be except Teddy never knew we were Vampires. Teddy didn’t know what a Vampire was. He’d never heard of such a creature. Why should have he? We hid it was – as we had been taught to since we were young.

I’ll skip past the initial shock and horror of the incident and skip straight to when Teddy was dead, or at least dead to the world he’d known for his first 26 years.

Teddy almost did die. Most who go through the process do die. It isn’t like the movies where a bite will make you an immortal fiend. It isn’t just a bite. It isn’t easy. It isn’t pretty. And there is always a chance that they’ll come back but their soul might not remain intact.

My brother Val and I went to the home of Teddy’s parents. They were like family to us so it broke our hearts to see them so sad. In the ball room Teddy was out to be viewed in a beautiful casket. He was as still as death and cold in the hot August air. Dressed in formal black and surrounded by flowers he was as beautiful as ever. I say beautiful because Teddy is one of those handsome masculine men who is also beautiful. He takes the breath away of all who see him. Fortunately his personality goes with his looks as a beautiful soul, kind and true.

I’ll never forget the smell of the roses that lay around him – huge wreaths of flowers unlike anything I’d ever seen. They were all white. Pure white for the young man with a pure heart.

He was a successful young business man, engaged to be married with a bright future ahead of him. He’d fallen ill and never woke up. He was mourned by his parents and five siblings. Teddy was universally loved by all who knew him and universally mourned. I knew the funeral would be huge.

Max was there, dressed in deep black. He stood watch and motioned Val and I to come to his side. He would be  entered  in a crypt the following day after the funeral. After that Max and my father would get him and take him away to an undisclosed location to start his new life.

So there we were. Of course Val and I didn’t know how to feel. We’d never been in a situation like this. We were sort of excited about Teddy being one of us but the fact that he didn’t want to be one of us was totally out of our range of experience.

We lived in a world where our existence was secret. It had been secret since the day we were born. Sure my parents and even my two eldest brothers had turned people over the years, but nobody against their will. That was unacceptable and against all rules of our society.

Standing at the foot of the casket was Teddy’s betrothed Mary, still a stunning beauty in her black mourning dress. Next to her was Teddy’s friend Elliot. From time to time I noticed his hand touching Mary’s arm as if to protect her from fear and death itself.

Mary took a heart shaped locket from around her neck and placed it in Teddy’s cold hand. She wrapped his fingers around it. Her photo was in it as well as a tiny note that read “Be at peace.” Not “I love you” but “Be at peace.” I thought that was odd but I had no idea what she was thinking in her loss. My heart broke for her.

We all stood quietly as if we were all dead or in a trance, when Mary broke the silence and ran into Max’s arms, tears running down her lovely face. Max spoke gentle words of comfort. Elliot looked on with the deepest sympathy, but there was something else in his eyes. Maybe a bit of jealousy or contempt.

Our brother Aaron joined the group. He pulled Val and I aside and told me that he and Max had killed one of the Vampires who’d done this to Teddy. They would go after the others when they could. Before we could ask questions he smiled and said, “I’m in love. I’m going to ask her to marry after the funeral.”

“Is she one of us?” I had to ask.

“Yes, she is one of us.”

Even I knew this wasn’t the place to speak of romance, especially with Mary near. The room filled with guests paying their respect to the family. My parents stood by Teddy’s consoling them, for they knew that Teddy would now be dead to his family forever.

In the midst of all of this our brother Andrew made his appearance, just in from San Francisco. There was a woman on his arm, a point of contention with my parents. He’d fallen in love with a warm-blooded woman who had no intention of changing into a Vampire. They had lived together for the past year as man and wife. Oh the scandal it caused, especially since she knew about us. I grew to love her and forty years later I’d mourn her death and hold my brother’s hand as he wept by her grave.

Anyway, when I think back on that night it seems so long ago. It was so long ago. We were all so young.

Mary went on to become engaged to Elliot less than a year after Teddy’s “death.”

It was almost ten years before Val or I saw Teddy again, in a crypt in London on Christmas Eve. Funny how people reconnect.

I always make it out that Teddy is so brooding and dark, but he isn’t really. He just tends to be more serious than I am. He is the straight man in our marriage – sort of like George and Gracie, or Lucy and Ricky.

I suppose everyone was expecting Val and I to do something stupid like knock over the casket or come across something we weren’t supposed to see but none of that happened. We were shocked into good behavior and caused no reason for anyone to notice us.

Eventually the Vampires who did the deed to Teddy were all caught and they’re all dead now. I mean really dead, not just “vampire dead.” Who knows what happened to their souls, that is if they still had souls at all.

Sometimes it is a challenge living with someone who is tied to two worlds. I mean, most Vampires are OK but he didn’t become one of us on his own. But he knows that we love him. He has also become an exceptional Vampire – more than most.

Teddy is also an exceptional father and husband, but I could have told you that before he became one of us.

So that is the extent of my Vampire tales and stories for tonight. Just a bit of background – the usual boring family stuff.

Dream on and sweet dreams to all.

 

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

 

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