I dreamt of an epic battle between vampires and werewolves last night. In my dream the centuries long war came down to one decisive battle - I was a vampire; me and my kind were powerful but out numbered and out strategized. The odds seemed stacked against us - ah, by now you see a familiar theme - fierce battle where I am the good bad guy and the odds are against me. It's been a while since I've had one of those dreams, and last night I'm not sure that I can attribute my dream to a resurgence of that perpetual war being waged in the recesses of my cerebral; or whether its was a sub-conscious dramatization of Sofie watching freaking "True Blood". Oh well!!!
True Blood or not I dreamt - and it was not an unfamiliar scene. I'm always fighting my demons, sometimes they win, sometimes I do - the war never ends.
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