Events from “Dreams and Deals”
Notes by Anthony
Sunday. December 4th, 1994. Night.
Guess I am keeping a dream diary. Too much crazy shit to keep straight in my head. Not that it was particularly neat & tidy in there to begin with. I miss my music. I miss my record player and Walkman and headphones. Music used to make the monsters in my head go quiet. I miss my apartment. I even miss that stupid shower that ran too hot if anyone flushed or washed their hands in the building. I’m barely holding on, but I know if I fuck up the world ends. At least, according to my followers(?) including 1500 year old girl and her family of vampires at Gallaudet University, a 100(?) year old veteran of the Russian Civil War running the docks in DC, and a giant dude trapped in a sandstone pillar for thousands of years living below Alexandria directly underneath another cult looking for me in The George Washington Masonic National Memorial.
You know something, future reader? Writing this all out doesn’t help me feel any less crazy.
Anyway. Vision. It was daytime in DC. Northwest suburb? Could see the Washington Monument (other one). Sun felt good on my face. Hot. Then I freaked out as I remembered I should be burning alive. But it didn’t hurt. My skin was translucent. A boy shuffled by me. Tried waving to a woman coming out of her house but she turned away quickly. I followed the kid. BIG MISTAKE. He turned around and his eyes had been stabbed through with daggers. Blood and brains everywhere on his face. He smiled at me and held his hands open and in the center, there was this…spark. Or the opposite of a spark. Anti-spark of DARKNESS. It was pure BLACK. It grew out from him and spread all over the world. Laughter echoed in my head as the DARK pushed into me and I couldn’t see or hear or touch or smell anything it was just DARK and there was nothing and the NOTHING got into my eyes and ears and mouth and throat and lungs and stomach and nose and I couldn’t move or breathe just be NOTHING AND NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING NO THING NOT THING NOT NAUGHT NO ONE NOTHING NONE NO NO
Sorry. Had to step away and turn on some lights. Feel better now. I don’t know how long I was in the not-there, Long enough to think there was NOTHING else left. But then I heard something. A muffled plea of desperation. I tried to claw the DARKNESS out of my ears so I could hear it better. It was George. He called me out of the DARKNESS and back into the real world. I was so grateful to be out of there I started blubbering and hugged him tightly. He stayed stiff at first, but eventually relaxed. Like no one had touched him in a really long time and he didn’t know how to respond. Guess the life of vampire James Bond doesn’t leave a lot of room for friends.
George told me about his dream. He never had dreams when he was a vampire before. Lucky him. George saw a young girl with lots of eyes and wings. Like a Biblical angel. They fell into Hell with rivers of fire. Thousands were falling through the cracks. Other, grey people with no mouths or ears were stuck on basalt hexagons. Their eyes pleaded with George to help them. I guess our dreams left blood symbols on the ground, and George drew them on this journal. See the page before this.
Outside the crypt, Ben was doing a crossword in front of fire next to this dude with a pencil moustache, Cedric. He didn’t seem to like me that much. Ben said he called Sarah and broke up with her. He didn’t want her getting involved in all of this. Saving the world was too important. I tried to tell him he could go with Sarah and get out of this crazy mess, but he said there was no way in hell that he was leaving me to deal with this alone. I felt like crying with guilt and relief. It must have shown on my face because he reached out and hugged me. It felt really nice to be held like that. Like Ben could make all the nightmares go away. We could face anything together.
Then he said I smelled good, which was weird? Maybe vampire blood smells good. George and I were covered in blood, so we washed up with this basin and stuck our clothing in the dorm laundry machine. Good thing we had quarters in our backpacks. We put on new clothes from our backpacks. George looks a little ridiculous in Ben’s band t-shirts. Theodore at the door said that only family could come in, but since I’m “the Prophet” he listened and let George & Ben back in.
Joan was in the library. She said our visions left prophecies in our blood. We need to sleep in this muslin vestment thing that will record these blood symbols. She showed us some in this book, but said it was dangerous. I gave her my journal and let her look it over. The Mechatine are the Mekhetim (child of Mekhet/Enoch) and Grandchildren of Caine. They were the lead scientists in the ancient city, creating machines using blood and phosphorescence. There was a great cataclysm, and millions died. Work of millennia to hide it, greater than the masquerade. I asked why the big kindred governments don’t do more to stop this threat, and she said the Camarilla is a lie and the Sabbat are naïve. Both are doomed to fail and die in their attempts.
Hope we can do better. The world depends on it.