This was one of my shorter dreams but extremely weird.
I was playing a card game with a bunch of vampires. This are the badass kind of vampires, like the ones from The Matrix: Reloaded. They reminded me of the thugs Merovingian (the French guy) had hired. I wasn't aware what card game we were playing, I was just actually playing for one of the vampires who had his arms and legs severed. So I would show him his cards and he would tell me what move to make. There was something there helping me but I don't remember who. As we were playing the vampire I was helping would start crying out about his friend "Sand dust." Who I believed to be his vampire friend who was murdered. I kept thinking maybe he was murdered at the same time that this guy lost his limbs. I didn't wanna ask.
Then all of a sudden we had taken this vampire to this old room and laid him down on his side on top of a metal table. It looked like one of those metal tables you see in a morgue. He was crying out, telling us to no, no, no. But I remember looking at him and someone said, "We have to cut him." Then we held him there as he screamed. Someone took a razor right between his eye and ear and started cutting him straight down. It was just enough to peel off his skin if we so desired.
I was playing a card game with a bunch of vampires. This are the badass kind of vampires, like the ones from The Matrix: Reloaded. They reminded me of the thugs Merovingian (the French guy) had hired. I wasn't aware what card game we were playing, I was just actually playing for one of the vampires who had his arms and legs severed. So I would show him his cards and he would tell me what move to make. There was something there helping me but I don't remember who. As we were playing the vampire I was helping would start crying out about his friend "Sand dust." Who I believed to be his vampire friend who was murdered. I kept thinking maybe he was murdered at the same time that this guy lost his limbs. I didn't wanna ask.
Then all of a sudden we had taken this vampire to this old room and laid him down on his side on top of a metal table. It looked like one of those metal tables you see in a morgue. He was crying out, telling us to no, no, no. But I remember looking at him and someone said, "We have to cut him." Then we held him there as he screamed. Someone took a razor right between his eye and ear and started cutting him straight down. It was just enough to peel off his skin if we so desired.
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