Sleep Fighter

I awake after almost seven hours of restless slumber, my mind unsettled by dreams, tales of the undead. On this night I dreamt of vampires, the the blood sucking undead that human kind has been fascinated with for centuries.



In my dream I was one of these undead locked in an eternal battle with my ilk. Many of my dreams involve some sought of battle, a fight seemingly with my self, epic tales unfolding in my unconscious, the war between good and evil rages.


My dream last evening was no different, I fought against other vampires, trying to show the world that despite what they have been lead to believe we are not all bad. I fought with fervour against my undead brethren; but I was not alone in my battle, there were others like me. Even in our ostensibly unholy state we had religion, we had a central belief in something supreme.



And as another drawn out battle ensues, another exhausting bloody battle, off in the distance I hear what often signals the start of another day in the real world; in the sheepdom, my alarm sounds, this loud continuous annoying ring from my NOKIA phone going off with precision.



WAKE UP, it says, in its own unique voice, time to join the rest of the undead blood suckers in the real world.