I fell asleep dreaming of vampires.

I was dressed in black, lying dead in a pile of roses. Is was a very aesthetic dream, I couldn't quite put my finger on how real it seemed.

It rained and the makeup didn't wash off my face. My skin was ice cold and pale, it looked as delicate and smooth as porcelain.

My eyes had dark eyeshadow on them and were closed, my lips were blood red and my fingernails painted black, my body lay in an odd position, like I'd fallen.

The skies turned gray and the rain vanished and over me stood three figures with dark umbrellas.

It was the trio. Their eyes blazing red, void of emotion like they knew pain too well to care any longer.

Even they left and night came and my fingers twitched, coming back to life. I finally could move inside the dream and sat up gracefully looking around and stretching.

I was in the graveyard behind a church in the city I once lived in.

Dreams never make sense, otherwise, I would've been in a casket not a pile of roses in the rain and just left there for hours.

The night sky was perfect as always and I breathed in the cool air. Something about the air at night always felt right, felt like home.

The world around me fell apart and I fell through the grass like a broken mirror, shards of the world crumbling around me and breaking into smaller fragments on the black ground. Everything was black now, my every surrounding. I walked but there was no ground, I could see but there was no light. It was like an endless space that continued on forever.

I felt a prick on my finger and watched the blood trickle down my palm and fall into the black.

The black reacted violently, the blood multiplied like waves and the world was red.

I was drowned in an ocean of blood.

The sky was red, the sun was red, everything was red and I sank to the bottom. The blood was thin like water and I looked to the surface chained to the bottom of the shallow ocean floor.

Suddenly the blood turned into roses and fell on my deathly stuff body.

This time I was in a casket, it closed when the roses fell and I sank into the darkness like a soft marshmallow, a grave contrast to before.

This time the world was white and my eyes watered.

The tears slipped down my cheek and hit the floor-less area. It reacted gracefully, slowly filling up the white eternity with clear water to form a peaceful ocean.

I didn't sink, I stayed above the water and bobbed underneath frequently.

I could breathe and I could swim and it felt like flying.

It was blissful happiness and it went on forever until that world faded away and I stood before a mirror.

I could hear the sound of a faucet dripping and approached the mirror slowly,

The sound of dripping was from the other side.

That side of the mirror reflected the black bleak world.

That side of the mirror aha blood streaming down slowly around the edges.

I saw myself in the mirror and smiled.

But my reflection's smile was abruptly cut off and she spewed mountains of blood and collapsed to her knees.

She tried to stand but the blood formed chains around her and bound her to the black void.

Blood streamed out of her eyes and the whites in her eyes vanished until they glowed an angry violent lustful red.

She thrashed around in her chains and screamed in hatred and agony.

I turned away in horror and behind me stood my family, dressed in white and shining like the stars in the endless white world. They smiled and beckoned me to them, I could feel their love and warmth and I turned around to face the mirror one last time before leaving to my family and behind my reflection in the distance was the trio. They were also in agony chained by blood to the black void with anger and lust and grief in their eyes.

The frame of the mirror vanished and the reflection expanded until I was drawn to my other self like a magnet and we collided and fused into the same being.

I felt what she felt, I remembered the light I'd felt too.

I remembered both feelings and I stood between the dark world and the light world, a foot in each.

One side of my body was strong but drawn to the pools of blood with severe force, my other side was light as a feather and felt like it was floating.

Both feelings subsided and I turned to the people on each side.

My family no longer shone, and the trio no longer were chained to the agonizing void.

They looked like their usual selves and they all smiled at me.

My family reached out their hands to me and told me I belonged.

The trio smiled sadly and held their hands out gesturing to stop.

It was only a dream but it felt so real.

I loved my family and I wanted to embrace them and be embraced by them, taking in the warmth of their love.

On the other hand, I couldn't walk away from the trio so clearly in pain and isolated.

I took a step towards the dark void and felt the magnetic pull to the ground but resisted.

I heard my family's cries and I didn't turn around to face them.

I hobbled to the trio who looked more and more concerned until they bared fangs and red eyes and hissed at me to leave.

Instead, I got as close to them as I could before the chains of blood pulled me into the ground. My once white heavenly robe turned black and soaked up the pools of blood I lay in.

The trio curled into the same fetal positions around me, wordlessly, eyes closed, baring the misery of the void.

I looked back to where my family was and they weren't there.

I felt myself crying, realizing I was alone.

But I wasn't alone I had the trio in this demented dark dream world. They were cold and lifeless and their cheeks were stained with tears.

I wailed in sadness and caressed their faces with the tips of my fingers, I curled myself around them as close as I could get and they sunk into the pools of blood with the slowness of syrup. There was an echoing plop of water as they disappeared completely and finally I too sank and free fell through the darkness completely alone until I hit the ground and shattered it like a mirror against a rock.

It was then I woke up, in the same position I was in at the start of my dream during my own funeral. The first one anyway.

When I walked downstairs it was with a confused daze.

My concerned and confused expression elicited mixed worried comments from the trio but I only heard the ringing in my ears, their voices were barely audible as if I'd just heard an explosion next to me.

I felt Antonio shake me gently, then with a little more force as I remained unresponsive and emotionless.

Gilbert described that moment later on as my eyes being dull and void of life.

At the moment I didn't know why I was so dazed and out of it.

My tongue was burning, that was the first real sensation I noticed.

So was my throat, that was the second thing I noticed.

The third thing I noticed was the twitching in my stomach and the last thing I didn't notice was uncontrollable shaking.

I fell from the chair into Antonio's arms.

Francis leaned over me panic-stricken and I saw him mouth something to Gilbert.

Gilbert ran out of my line of sight and my vision became blurry.

I felt my throat become drenched in something warm. I felt my clothes stick to my chest as they were weighed down by the warm sensation.

I wasn't thinking what it might've been, I wasn't really all there.

I only recall this day through stories of the trio and fragmented memories and the haunting feeling it left.

Blood was spewing from my mouth.

I briefly had a thought and that was if I was still dreaming.

My body was shaking but my limbs felt locked and my heart raced in panic and my own blood came up my throat and some backdown.

The blood that came back down caused me to violently cough it up, my body trying to save itself from drowning in it.

They turned me on my side and held me up becoming distracted by the pool of blood. Gilbert was on the phone and held towels in his arms that he threw at Francis who quickly threw them into the pools of blood to try and absorb them.

I didn't hear the ringing in my ears anymore. Now I only heard my own heart beating slowly. I wasn't sure how slowly, again I wasn't really there. I was barely there at all now.

I felt my finger twitch as it had similarly in my dream when I regained control. I began to wonder if the dream was some haunting premonition.

My mom often had clairvoyant dreams or ones that when interrupted correctly predicted current situations or events.

I never had many of these dreams. The closest thing I had to premonition was the sinking feeling and panic attacks I got when I was near someone or something extremely dangerous.

Finally when I limp and I closed my eyes and it was all black did I hear again.

I heard Gilbert frantically screaming at the emergency operator to hurry up.

I heard the quiet whimpers of Antonio who clung to me and I heard Francis mopping the blood up with the towel.

All three were panting heavily and I felt Antonio stroke the crook of my neck and breathe heavily.

"I don't think I can hold back any longer."

"You vill or ve'll make you." I heard Gilbert threaten once he hung up the phone with an audible beep.

Francis panted heavily and the sounds of him mopping of blood slowed. I heard drops of blood hitting the floor, they must've fallen from the towel.

His breath was muffled by the wet towel. I'm not sure what he could possibly be doing if not closely examining it.

I heard him breathe out, even more heavily, like he was carrying tons on his back. The same sounds of struggle I had in my dream reaching them.

The sounds started to fade again and I heard the front door open as who I assumed must be paramedics arrived.

Their touches as they moved me were numb to me, barely noticeable, like when your foot falls asleep and you can't feel the floor completely when you walk again.

The darkness felt more peaceful as I faded away and I wasn't sure what I'd wake up to.

I wasn't sure why this was happening at all.

It'd never happened to me before.