Dream Interpretation

Last night Princess A had a nightmare that Vampires were chasing her. When she got up this morning she was afraid to get in the shower cuz she did not want them to storm out of the shower head and attack. (Yes, the child has quite the imagination, which is probably why she gets such kudos from her teachers for her short stories and poetry, but I digress). I attempted to reassure her that vampires do not go out when it is daylight; that they are sleeping somewhere underground. All the while in the back of my mind is a running dialogue that in the Twilight series, Edward et al. state this is a myth. Fortunately Princess A has not read these books, so my argument held water (no pun intended. OK, yes it was, who am I kidding?) Thinking about it now, I realize there is also Interview with a Vampire, The Vampire Lestat and Dead Until Dark, which state it actually is true about sleeping through the day, so I guess we could just go with majority rule in this case. Thanks to my friend Roberta, I have read a fair amount of Vampire literature in the past few weeks.

I remember a dream I had about being on a band trip with my mom as the nurse (Not much of a stretch there as my mom always was the nurse on the band trips). For some reason the trip was starting on this dirt path next to the house in which I grew up. Also starring in my dream was a boy I knew; we used to call Chippy. (Don't know why, his parents started it, so this is how we were introduced) He was not in the band, nor did he even attend the same school til I was a senior so I have no idea why he was there, but such is the nature of dreams, I guess. So in my dream I start bleeding out the eyes shortly before Chippy vomits at the side of the driveway into his hands (this second part is not much of a stretch again, as he truly did this when we were about 10). As I start crying to my mom about bleeding out my eyeballs she ignores me and puts her arm around the newly vomited Chippy to lead him toward the house. I start screaming, "but Mom I am BLEEDING OUT MY EYEBALLS!" She tells me, "You are always complaining." Then she walks away. I wonder what a psychiatrist would make of that...