Last night I dreamt that I was being followed by a gang of three 20-year-old vampires. One had glowing green eyes, one had glowing blue eyes and the other was somewhere in between - a more green than blue turquoise. Usually when I have dreams of people chasing me for my life and blood I quickly get lazy and I stop trying to get away. What’s the worse they can do anyway? I’m dreaming. But in this dream if these vampires caught me I would become a zombie. Different from the usual becoming a vampire yourself, joining their clan and have loads of fun for eternity. So for the first time like, ever, I had an amazing amount of resistance to letting these vampires capture me. I didn’t know that I was so opposed to having little control. The zombie life could be nice, relaxing even? But I guess I enjoy life’s occasional moments where you can marvel at an ingenious hiding place found or your own ability to gradually get over the fear of things chasing you. In the end I tricked the head vampire into drinking two glasses of a strawberry liqueur lethal to those under 21. He died and even before that the other two were kind of getting fed up with his all-stand-45cm-behind-me nature so they didn’t care so much and didn’t bother to continue the efforts of his chase.

Update: On further dream recollection the strawberry liqueur may have been Baha Rosa and it makes more sense that a beverage became my wooden stake.