The dreams kept coming at least once every couple of weeks. It was strange and real. I could even feel and touch objects in these dreams.

I normally didn't dream so vividly and clearly but all of a sudden in these dreams I could see my surroundings in detail. The carvings in the wooden furniture, the heavy golden chandeliers and silk bedding ... I don't know why but there always seemed to be a bedroom in the dream. 

In one particular recurrent set of dreams the sun was beginning to set and I was lying on my back on a large bed with cream colored silk sheets. I was looking up at the ceiling at the golden crystal lights hanging down above me. The crystals broke the evening sun into beautiful colors reflecting the light spectrum across the large bedroom. I felt happy and content. I looked to my right. He was lying on the bed along side me, casually propped up on one elbow. His wavy hair spilling over one shoulder of his expensive looking white dress shirt which was unbuttoned at the top...very similar to how I had last seen him. The evening sun filtered through the window of the bedroom and made his naturally dark curls reflect auburn and golden highlights. It was striking to look at. He was gazing at me with those dark tanzanite blue eyes.

Although the bed was large, he was lying close enough for me to reach out and touch him. I didn't seem to mind his company and didn't feel threatened being so close to him. 

Strangely, although I can remember the setting in detail our conversations have become a blur. I would usually ask why I was here with him. He would answer that he wanted the company or I didn't object to it. I would often also ask where we were. He would say an apartment in Stockholm and there were important matters for him to attend to which seemed to trouble him. For some reason I didn't question or find his answers odd. One time we were lying on the bed in silence, when he propped himself up on both arms and moved closer towards me. He was looking down at me, his hair falling round his face and onto his cheek. I wanted to reach out and touch it but I got caught up looking into his shining blue eyes. He smiled down at me and told me he had to go. 

I would wake up clearly remembering the dream. As if it had just happened. I now wish I had taken better notes. For the first couple of hours I would feel dazed and in a dream like state but with strong feelings and connection towards him. I didn't know why I cared so much; I barely knew him and I hadn't seen him in a long time. 

It was after all just a dream...
 


teasia long
02/14/2012 19:39

i want to date a vampire does anyone know wher one is

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v
02/19/2012 03:44

Be careful what you wish for ;)

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Sphuxis
07/16/2012 14:04

Won't you keep writing? I'm interested.

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