To sleep, perchance to dream
My dad and I take a visit to my grandparents' house to see them and hang out for a while, which is pretty standard. We're chatting, watching TV, eating food, doing all the usual stuff we do when we go over there. [Cut to a scene of an underground lair.]
An elegantly dressed Vampiress with a hawk's gaze and a visage cold and dark as the Pit sits on a couch in what seems to be...a living room. (*cue bad pun SFX*) Behind her, shadows pass along the wall, cast larger than life in the form of creatures with overlong limbs and bat-like ears, slouched and slinking en masse. The Vampiress narrows her gaze and smiles, a harbinger of events to come. [Scene cut back to grandparents' house]
Dad, Granddaddy, and I are watching television in the dining room. We hear a rumble from the basement and head toward the basement staircase to check it out. This staircase has a double door (not true IRL), so we open it and peer down into the darkness. The staircase is so long that you can't see the bottom, but it is bone straight and perfectly even. On the staircase, however, is a legion of howling vampires, tearing along at breakneck speed up from the depths. My dad and grandfather notice and run to get my grandmother, while I close and brace the door. On the first try, I hold fast, but on the second heave the door shatters and they pour out around me.
Only a fraction of the number I'd seen arising from the bottom of the stairs are there, though, which gives me hope. I use my smaller size in the enclosed space to my advantage as I strike endlessly, never missing a mark. Every punch finds a soft spot, every elbow breaks bone, and I use some wrestling techniques to trip or throw them into each other. In the end, I successfully force them all back into the stairwell and pile up some junk in front of the replaced broken doors as a barricade.
I go to find my dad and grandfather, who look like they've been busy as well. It seems the vampires found another outlet and the two of them defended my grandmother and barricaded the exit hole. We all have minor injuries at this point, but try to find some better weaponry. There's nothing but small knives in the kitchen, but we each choose one to our liking.
At this point, we hear the rumbling again and retreat to the outside. As we make our escape, the vampires pour out behind us, their cries chilling the very night air around us. Again we do battle, felling foes as quickly as possible and moving on, but we tire. It is apparent that the three of us cannot withstand the onslaught.
At that point, emerging from giant tunnels in the ground, a race of equally grotesque humanoids erupt onto the scene. [In my dream, I know they are called 'Dwarves', though they look nothing like the conventional dwarf.] They have pink skin and horns protrude from their face and neck. They are as tall as the vampires, and more muscular. About twenty of them make emerge and begin laying waste to the vampire horde. We continue to fight, thankful to have reinforcements on our side. After a while, all of the vampires are defeated and the dwarves return to their holes. [Scene change.]
I am in my grandmother's room watching television. The house is still in disrepair, and Dad and Granddaddy have gone off somewhere. As we're watching, a warning beacon (a wooden board with two large, yellow LEDs) begins to flash. My grandmother expresses her surprise, but I get her out of the house before running to check the kitchen where the first encounter took place. Just as I arrive, the barricade shatters and...
...the Dwarves emerge with the fire of hate in their eyes. They see me and their bloodlust is evident. I don't ask questions. I do produce a katana and go to work.
With the skill of a practiced swordsman, I hack and slash my way through their ranks in a now-very-much-expanded kitchen that accommodates quite a lot of them. I am much faster than they are, and each one that falls appears surprised, unaware of the Steel that delivered judgment unto them. After the battle, I wipe the blade and stand among the dead, surveying the destruction that has been caused. After a brief pause, I shoulder my blade and head down the stairwell, taking the battle to the Source. [Scene change.]
The Vampiress sits on her couch, her interest piqued by the commotion outside her chamber. The whole place is not unlike a sewer, with large circular holes in the walls allowing passage from room to room. Suddenly, I crash through one of those holes (presumably the victim of a particularly powerful strike from one of the minion vampires) and tumble into a corner of the room. Sword still in hand, I regain my feet and check my surroundings, noting the exits and, in particular, the grotesque woman in the center of the room, casually regarding me with a very nonplussed expression.
Other vampires attack from all sides, coming from the various holes in the walls of the room. I slam the hilt of my sword into the jaw of the first, and slice the second as he runs toward me preparing to grab me in a bear hug. I continue to fend off attacks, but the Vampiress is gone, leaving no sign of her escape. In the dull gray, dreary room, which has some sort of ambient light from an indeterminate source, I stand and defend myself, slashing, thrusting, kicking, seeing nothing to the exclusion of anything else, until there are no more attackers. Exhausted and sick with violence, I wipe and sheath the blade and make my way back toward the stairwell.
As I open the front door, it is Dawn and the sky is beginning to take on hues of pale blue. I walk out of the house (forgetting my shoes) and head toward the car. My last thought is, Where is Clarisse...?, and I drive off to find my sister.
Doesn't really make that much sense, but it's kinda cool in some ways.
An elegantly dressed Vampiress with a hawk's gaze and a visage cold and dark as the Pit sits on a couch in what seems to be...a living room. (*cue bad pun SFX*) Behind her, shadows pass along the wall, cast larger than life in the form of creatures with overlong limbs and bat-like ears, slouched and slinking en masse. The Vampiress narrows her gaze and smiles, a harbinger of events to come. [Scene cut back to grandparents' house]
Dad, Granddaddy, and I are watching television in the dining room. We hear a rumble from the basement and head toward the basement staircase to check it out. This staircase has a double door (not true IRL), so we open it and peer down into the darkness. The staircase is so long that you can't see the bottom, but it is bone straight and perfectly even. On the staircase, however, is a legion of howling vampires, tearing along at breakneck speed up from the depths. My dad and grandfather notice and run to get my grandmother, while I close and brace the door. On the first try, I hold fast, but on the second heave the door shatters and they pour out around me.
Only a fraction of the number I'd seen arising from the bottom of the stairs are there, though, which gives me hope. I use my smaller size in the enclosed space to my advantage as I strike endlessly, never missing a mark. Every punch finds a soft spot, every elbow breaks bone, and I use some wrestling techniques to trip or throw them into each other. In the end, I successfully force them all back into the stairwell and pile up some junk in front of the replaced broken doors as a barricade.
I go to find my dad and grandfather, who look like they've been busy as well. It seems the vampires found another outlet and the two of them defended my grandmother and barricaded the exit hole. We all have minor injuries at this point, but try to find some better weaponry. There's nothing but small knives in the kitchen, but we each choose one to our liking.
At this point, we hear the rumbling again and retreat to the outside. As we make our escape, the vampires pour out behind us, their cries chilling the very night air around us. Again we do battle, felling foes as quickly as possible and moving on, but we tire. It is apparent that the three of us cannot withstand the onslaught.
At that point, emerging from giant tunnels in the ground, a race of equally grotesque humanoids erupt onto the scene. [In my dream, I know they are called 'Dwarves', though they look nothing like the conventional dwarf.] They have pink skin and horns protrude from their face and neck. They are as tall as the vampires, and more muscular. About twenty of them make emerge and begin laying waste to the vampire horde. We continue to fight, thankful to have reinforcements on our side. After a while, all of the vampires are defeated and the dwarves return to their holes. [Scene change.]
I am in my grandmother's room watching television. The house is still in disrepair, and Dad and Granddaddy have gone off somewhere. As we're watching, a warning beacon (a wooden board with two large, yellow LEDs) begins to flash. My grandmother expresses her surprise, but I get her out of the house before running to check the kitchen where the first encounter took place. Just as I arrive, the barricade shatters and...
...the Dwarves emerge with the fire of hate in their eyes. They see me and their bloodlust is evident. I don't ask questions. I do produce a katana and go to work.
With the skill of a practiced swordsman, I hack and slash my way through their ranks in a now-very-much-expanded kitchen that accommodates quite a lot of them. I am much faster than they are, and each one that falls appears surprised, unaware of the Steel that delivered judgment unto them. After the battle, I wipe the blade and stand among the dead, surveying the destruction that has been caused. After a brief pause, I shoulder my blade and head down the stairwell, taking the battle to the Source. [Scene change.]
The Vampiress sits on her couch, her interest piqued by the commotion outside her chamber. The whole place is not unlike a sewer, with large circular holes in the walls allowing passage from room to room. Suddenly, I crash through one of those holes (presumably the victim of a particularly powerful strike from one of the minion vampires) and tumble into a corner of the room. Sword still in hand, I regain my feet and check my surroundings, noting the exits and, in particular, the grotesque woman in the center of the room, casually regarding me with a very nonplussed expression.
Other vampires attack from all sides, coming from the various holes in the walls of the room. I slam the hilt of my sword into the jaw of the first, and slice the second as he runs toward me preparing to grab me in a bear hug. I continue to fend off attacks, but the Vampiress is gone, leaving no sign of her escape. In the dull gray, dreary room, which has some sort of ambient light from an indeterminate source, I stand and defend myself, slashing, thrusting, kicking, seeing nothing to the exclusion of anything else, until there are no more attackers. Exhausted and sick with violence, I wipe and sheath the blade and make my way back toward the stairwell.
As I open the front door, it is Dawn and the sky is beginning to take on hues of pale blue. I walk out of the house (forgetting my shoes) and head toward the car. My last thought is, Where is Clarisse...?, and I drive off to find my sister.
Doesn't really make that much sense, but it's kinda cool in some ways.