Vampire Lady

I dreamt that I was staying at a bed and breakfast with some friends somewhere in Boston near Fenway Park. The woman who ran the bed and breakfast was young and attractive, but also a vampire. Vampire Lady got a lot of business out of “father and son” night at Fenway Park, because (according to the dream I was in), fathers and sons would make a night of it and just crash at a nearby place, such as Vampire Lady’s bed and breakfast.

Vampire Lady went on a blood-sucking and killing spree that left several people dead in her courtyard. I knew she was the culprit, but it was as though I were in a B-horror movie, and everyone wasn’t supposed to figure that out until the end of the movie. So I didn’t accuse Vampire Lady to her face, or even run to the authorities. I was really scared of her.

At one point, I was standing in the courtyard of Vampire Lady’s bed and breakfast. Vampire Lady was standing outside the closed glass door of the courtyard, flirting with and seducing two men. I could hear her giggling through the door. Suddenly I saw the two men being slammed against the glass door and then collapsing down to the ground as they died, with their blood leaving huge stains on the glass door. It was exactly the sort of scene you’d see in a B horror flick!

In the next scene in the B horror flick, I was at the Harvard Stadium running up and down the steps to exercise. I was alone, and I suddenly wished I’d convinced some friends to come with me. I was in the middle of running up some steps during my second repetition, when I saw Vampire Lady enter the stadium and start running steps herself. No one else was in the stadium aside from her and me.

My heart started beating very quickly as I thought about the possibility of Vampire Lady coming over and sucking my blood. I finished running up the steps, and then ran down again. I pretended I was done with my workout even though I had only done two reps. I tried to gather my belongings as quickly as possible without appearing panicked or scared. For some reason I’d brought every pair of gloves I owned with me to the stadium and had dumped them along with several of my coats in a pile at the stadium. So it was taking a long time for me to gather my stuff. As I was gathering my belongings, a friend of mine whom I know from Taekwondo called me on my cell phone. I didn’t pick up in time and tried calling her back, but then she didn’t pick up either. She left me a voicemail telling me that she figured out what I already knew – that the woman who owned the bed and breakfast was a vampire. Even though I couldn’t connect on the phone with my friend, I pressed the phone to my ear and pretended to be talking to someone, so that Vampire Lady would guess that I was telling people where I was and who else was there.

The dream ended there.