I knew that sometimes when we met up, we would just sit there and talk the night away. We would sometimes go to a restaurant for me to eat and I would go with him when he would hunt. We were always together at night. Sometimes it was only for a few hours since I had to get some sleep because I had a day job. None of these things actually happened in the dream, but still I knew this was the way it was.

One night, as I arrived to wait for my vampire friend, who I'll name "V", there was a stranger waiting for me, we'll call him "S". (This stranger was Brian Krause from Charmed.) Neither of them had names in this dream.

I knew no one else should be in our "special meeting place", but I sat down anyway. I don't know at what point I became aware of it, but I knew he was a vampire too. This was only mildly disturbing, I wasn't afraid of him. I didn't feel threatened by him at all, but I did wonder what he wanted. He had to have known I would meet another vampire there shortly.

I also somehow knew that he was a different breed of vampire. I even remember thinking that V was like a Legacy of Kain vampire, while S was more of a Forever Knight vampire.

I know we talked a little. Probably mostly small talk, but then he asked me if V and I had talked about turning me into a vampire since we were so close. I told S that the subject had honestly never come up. V and I had never talked about it and I didn't believe either of us had ever even given it a thought. From then on, S continued to ask rather personal questions about my relationship with V. S finally noticed that I was becoming uncomfortable so he finally started to leave. Before he disappeared, he told me that if I wanted to become a vampire and V refused to transform me, that he would do it. S said he would come back the next night to hear my answer. Then he was gone.

As much as I tried to push S's words from my mind, I couldn't. He'd sparked thoughts in me that I had, so far, been proud of myself for not thinking. I didn't want V to ever think I was only friends with him because he was a vampire or because I thought that being friends with him would give me a good chance of becoming one in the future. I knew our friendship had never been about that. But now, all I wanted was to become a vampire. It was suddenly all that mattered to me.

Later that night, I told V all about the stranger, everything he had said. V said nothing, but had a sad, or maybe ashamed, look on his face. Like he felt he should have been there sooner to have prevented the encounter. I didn't want to admit to him how all this had changed me.

Then, I just couldn't hold it in any longer. I told him I wanted to be a vampire, and that it would mean a lot to me if he made me his. He looked disappointed, like he had dared to hope that he had truly found someone who would never ask this of him. I was disappointed in myself for the same reason, but my mind had been changed and this was what I wanted more than anything.

I'd never seen V look so depressed. I felt sure he would not do as I wished. I threateningly told him that if he wouldn't do it, I would take S up on his offer.

I wasn't prepared for how much this would upset V. Patches of his skin all over his body began turning red and in other areas, skin was peeling, curling, dropping off. This wasn't anger at me. It was anger at himself and pure heartfelt pain at the fact that I had been corrupted after merely talking to a strange vampire for a short time one night and he hadn't been there to protect me. I hated myself for hurting him so badly, for being so selfish. I was a different person, I could tell. And to V, that other vampire had killed his best friend.

The main entrance door opened and Dante, of Devil May Cry, walked in. He froze when he noticed me and just glared at me. I got the impression that he was considering he may have to kill me to get by. I tried to look as non-threatening and innocent as possible. He briefly looked ahead of him, down the hallway, then turned back and opened the door. He paused in the doorway, as if he had meant to leave, but had changed his mind. Instead he walked back inside, letting the door close behind him. I had leaned forward as far as I could to see if he would really leave. My face was nearly touching the transparency. I straightened up again as he approached my booth.

He was standing just on the other side of the shield staring at me, still sizing me up I guessed. "Hi. What's your name?" I asked. Of course, I already knew his name. I knew who and what he was, but he didn't know that and I didn't want to seem that I knew too much. He remained silent, looking at me and our general surroundings.

I really wanted to get him to talk to me. "My name is...," I started, but then I suddenly wasn't sure of what name to give. I didn't want to give my real name. I thought for a moment and said quietly, "Rana." I said this more to myself, as if hearing it would make up my mind whether I actually wanted to use it or not. Finally, I made up my mind and said, "Irene. My name is Irene. What's your name?" (pronounced "ee-ray-nah", not "i-reen")

He stood there a few seconds longer, saying nothing. Then he started to walk away.

"I told you mine!" I said before he could get away from me.

He stopped and backed up. He seemed to finally have a friendly look on his face. "Dante," he told me at last.

"Dante. That's a really cool name...and you're very handsome."

He smiled and shook his head, as if it was a compliment he wasn't prepared to hear. "Life is futile," he said and started once again to walk away.

"If you really felt that way, you wouldn't be carrying a sword," I called after him. Of course, what I meant was that if he really believed life was futile, he wouldn't go on these quests killing devils. He stopped and came back once again. He smiled and looked at me as if to say, "You just don't give up do you?" I smiled back at him.

We talked for a few minutes. I have no idea what we said, it was mostly smalltalk. Then he told me he needed to go through this hallway to get to the sinking ship lighted by the Ignus Fatuus. In my mind, I saw the ship. The front half was underwater, but the rest remained above water. I told him I could take him there and he accepted my help. We were on our way.

We got to the ship and began making our way to a door. As we passed each of the sets of blue-fire torches of the Ignus Fatuus, they would go out. It was eerie, but we ignored it.

I watched Dante walk through a temple towards a large opening. When he got close to it, larger than life images of Lucia appeared on the walls on both sides of the opening and Dante transformed into Lucia, then into a different woman. She had very long, straight, dark brown hair and wore black pants and a white shirt. I wanted to get a closer look at this new character. Suddenly I had my Playstation 2 controller and moved the stick back so she would face me. Only, she backed up instead of turning around. So I walked up to her and she became a small Barbie doll that I could pick up and look at. This was really weird, so I saved my game there and reloaded a different saved game.

Now, Dante and I were back on track. We entered a room with many objects inside. They were the various objects that you could break and find orbs inside. I couldn't find anything to hit them with myself so I asked Dante to use one of his swords on them. I picked one sword, but Dante told me that it would be better to use a stronger sword that he had. He showed me the difference in the two swords. I remember a white light reflecting on one of them.

I found a nice Egyptian-style vase with two bowls. It seemed the bowls should be separated so I asked Dante to use his thin sword to cut them apart and he did. I also found placemats for plates and cups that were black with gold Egyptian drawings on them. Dante and I thought it would be nice to keep them.

Then I was alone in the room. I don't know where Dante went. He was just out of the dream. I went to another room and saw two little red orbs under a table. I ducked under the table and put my hand out to absorb them. I saw that they led to a large battery, then another red orb directed me to some cables. I knew there must be a reason to connect the battery to something.

Suddenly, a terribly obese woman came through the wall in front of me. I figured that I needed to electrocute her to defeat her and move on. It was difficult to connect the cables to the battery and she was slowly getting closer to me. I managed to connect to the battery and needed to get close enough to the fat woman to attach the other ends of the cables to her. I clamped them on her nipples (she wasn't wearing any clothes) and she seemed to like it. I realized that hooking her up to the battery wasn't meant to kill her, but to distract her so I could get away.

I moved on to another room that looked like a living room. There was a large bricked hole in the middle of the floor and several people were climbing out. They were dressed as if they were some kind of excavation team. The last person to come out of the hole was a 700+ pound boy! He had trouble getting out and was immediately exhausted when he finally made it. Then another started coming up from the hole. This boy could have been a clone, they looked exactly alike. I started to worry about there being enough space for these people in the room. Then another boy came out who looked like the previous two, but was much lighter, probably 300 pounds. They had all lived in the basement of this house because they couldn't function in life away from home. The three different, yet same, obese boys were different stages of his own weight loss. I'm sorry if this part has confused my readers, but it's the best way I can describe it. I woke up after seeing the last boy climb out of the hole.

We moved too fast for me to see clearly - all moves and counter-moves almost as if it was choreographed. My mind was directing my fighting and this way I was able to keep up with his inhuman speed and agility. I could have closed my eyes and still fought as well, it wasn't my vision I was relying upon at all. We fought until he finally had me pinned against a wall...or so he thought. I don't know how I did it, but with one quick, clever maneuver I had him under me with a knife pressed firmly to his throat. Feeling the sharp metal against him, he froze and kept his eyes on mine.

We stayed like that for a couple of minutes it seemed. Finally, he spoke to me. I don't remember what he said, but I began to feel weak. I didn't want to kill him at all. It was more like he was speaking into my mind rather than saying anything aloud. I began to understand that he wanted to make me a vampire, that he had been watching me for a long time and had wanted to do this. He hadn't attacked me to kill me, he just wanted to see how well I reacted and fought.

I still had the knife against his neck. He closed his eyes and I knew he thought that I hadn't believed a word he said and that I was about to kill him. I didn't know if I believed him, but I knew I didn't want to kill him. In a strange way, I felt sorry for him.

I threw the knife over his head across the floor. He remained still with his eyes closed. It seemed he didn't realize he was out of danger from me. I rested my hand, the one that had held the knife, on his chest and I hung my head as if I couldn't hold it up any more.

"I threw the knife. It's gone," I said and let myself fall on top of him out of exhaustion.

He raised up and carefully let me fall next to him. By the look on his face, I knew he wanted to make me a vampire right there and then. He opened my shirt and ran his hand up my stomach, towards my neck. I was ready for it to happen, but I kept thinking that I didn't want my first memory of becoming a vampire being that it happened on the floor on top of a staircase. I stopped him and made my weary body stand up. I knew there was a bedroom around the corner and down the hall. I slowly walked to the bedroom, I wasn't sure if he was following me or not.

I entered the dark bedroom. A large bed was against the far wall. That wall seemed to be curved around the head of the bed and had four tall windows spaced evenly in the curve. The windows were open and a breeze was billowing the curtains. The worst of the storm had passed and the moonlight now shone through, giving the room a soft, bluish glow. I stood and took it all in. It was the perfect night to start my life as Marius' creation.

Then the lights came on and the dream took a completely different turn. (Damn!) The house was full of people, mainly young people who wanted to include me in all they were doing. I was given a tour of the house by my new "friends" who seemed to giggle at everything and wanted to run everywhere they went. Soon we were all acting like kids at a slumber party.

At the beginning of the dream, I knew I had to travel to a certain place. Somewhere deep in the nature of my being, I was programmed to go there. After explaining this to Chris, my husband, he had to come with me to figure out this mystery for himself. We began the journey with only my newfound instincts to guide us.

It took several days to find the special place and we noticed that the more time that passed, the more I began to look like an orangutan! I couldn't think as clearly as I knew I should. I would just sit there sometimes as if my mind was totally blank. Also, it was impossible not to realize that my libido was steadily increasing.

We arrived and saw other women there. They were changing into orangutans then back to humans as if they had no control over it. And we didn't. Some of them had brought their husbands too, which was good because with our enhanced sex-drive, they had the time of their lives. In our orangutan forms, we completely dominated our men. They didn't really have much of a choice - with our new forms came new strength. We were at least twice as strong as they were, maybe more. Our men were our sexual playthings whether they wanted to be or not. Most of them really enjoyed themselves though. Chris actually told me that he wouldn't mind this happening more often!

This state did not last, however. After it ran its course, we all turned back into our stable human female shapes. We were all a little disoriented. We were aware of what had happened, but it was difficult for any of us to really accept it. We hadn't been in control of our actions and it made the whole experience feel unreal. We did the only thing there was to do: we got in our vehicles and started home.

{Part Two - Me, A Marine}

I had just graduated high school and joined the Marines. I didn't remember choosing to do this, but there I was. Our entire group were women. I was sitting in a room where we would all get together. It was like a lounge. I wondered if it was right that we have so much free time. It seemed that we never did anything.

Almost as soon as that thought passed, our Leader (sorry I don't know the proper term so I'll just refer to her as "Leader"), who was also female, told us that she regretted that she hadn't gotten to know our group better before we got started, but that we needed to hurry now to finish several objectives that we hadn't gotten to. We all got up and jogged outside with her. I heard several mention that she wasn't very pretty.

Leader started shouting that we couldn't knock her down and she incited us to try. She was very muscular and indeed no one had knocked her down so far. I was the last to try and I managed to wrestle her down to the ground. She complimented me and told the others I should be an example to them. Leader then told me to get started on one of the outside exercise machines called "horses", the others were to stay with her and jog in place for failing to knock her down.

I got on a "horse" and began the exercise. It felt very unstable, like it would fall over, but I thought it only felt that way because it was my first try. I stayed on no matter how off-balance it seemed. Finally, it fell over on me. It was so embarrassing. I immediately got up and picked the machine up to right it. Part of it got caught on the machine next to it and I woke up as I tried to untangle the metal.

I walked out of the theater, through the open gate where tickets would be collected later, and into the parking area where I got inside a car with Avon and Dayna (characters from Blake's 7). We started watching everyone who went inside the gate. We were looking for a certain man that we meant to kill and then saw him walk in with Servalan (another B7 character), talking with her. We watched them until their conversation ended and they walked separate ways around the theater building (the stage was on the outside).

Avon, Dayna, and I armed ourselves with what we could find in our car. Avon, in the driver seat, had a knife and a gun. Dayna, sitting in the back seat behind Avon, had a dagger. I was in the front passenger seat and looked in the compartment between the front seats for a weapon. I thought I had found a Starfleet type-2 phaser, but it turned out to be something like a label maker that had the same design. I looked again and found a dagger for myself.

We were wondering how we would get past the people at the gate when suddenly they left and there was no one to stop us from simply walking in. We got out of the car and split up to find and kill the man we were after.

The first place I looked was in the men's room. He was there, on the floor, bleeding to death. I hadn't killed him, Avon and Dayna were nowhere around - I had just left them moments before and they had gone opposite directions. There was one other man in the restroom, but it was obvious he hadn't killed him. He was unarmed and in a panic from finding this man dying on the floor.

The last thing I wanted was a crowd coming to see what this man was freaking out over. He needed something to do to get a hold of himself. I told him to find a phone and call 911. He thought about it for a second then said that there was little point, it was obvious this man wouldn't last that long. I yelled at him to go call 911 and this time he didn't hesitate. He left me alone with the body. The dying man rolled onto his side in his last death rattle and was gone. I kicked the body aside and left the men's room, my mind racing futily for possibilities. I had no idea who had done this.

I went out into a large hallway to start looking for Avon or Dayna and trying to look as casual as everyone else. I had only taken a few steps when Simon ran up to me and hugged me. I asked him if he knew anything about a dead man in the men's room - I wanted to find out if anything was being said yet.

Simon froze and by the look in his eyes I knew he knew something, something more than just having heard it somewhere. I just looked at him until he finally said, "I killed him."

I was speechless. That was the last thing I expected him to say. I just stared at him until an approaching figure caught my eye. A man with short blonde hair and wearing a tan suit came up behind Simon. I knew immediately that he was a police detective and he was about to arrest Simon. Before he put the handcuffs on him, I told him to give me a minute before he took him away. The blonde man backed off respectfully as if I was also a police detective who had been working this case longer than he and deserved a last word with this criminal.

As soon as the detective turned his back, I grabbed Simon by his costume's lapels and slammed him against the wall. "Why did you do it?!" I yelled. It was true that I was glad that man was dead, that's what I was there for, but I fully intended on getting away with it. Simon was no killer, this was no business of his and he should have known he would be caught so fast. I was angry that my friend would be paying for this crime that I could have done with no one knowing.

Simon didn't answer me. He just looked at me. I wasn't sure how to read his expression, but it was obvious that he was proud of himself and had no regrets. The detective came to finally take Simon away and as they turned to walk out, I grabbed Simon one last time and forcefully kissed him. I felt something odd slip into my mouth as we kissed and I let go of him before I had wanted to. The detective grabbed Simon's arm and jerked him away from me and they left.

I reached inside my mouth and pulled out something window-shaped (basic square with a "+" inside) and fleshy-gummy. It looked slightly bloody too. It was disgusting. I couldn't figure out exactly what it was.

I forgot about Avon and Dayna and decided to stay for the play. I didn't know what they were going to do without their star, Simon. I sat in the audience and watched the curtain open to a bright garden scene where a colorful bird was in a birdbath and it transformed into half-bird, half-fish. I totally lost interest and started to leave. Here, I woke up.

For some reason, I had to leave for a while, long enough that I figured that by the time I returned, our friends would have left. I told everyone goodbye and I was saying goodbye to Chris as I opened the door to go. Then I realized that I had left someone out. I had forgotten to say a goodbye to Stephen Fry. I dropped everything I had been carrying and went to the living room where he was sitting in a recliner watching two others at the pool table.

As I approached him, all I had meant to do was give him a quick, friendly hug and tell him that I had to leave and that I was happy that he had come over. However, it seemed my body had other ideas. Thankfully, he was quite receptive to them.

As soon as I had made my way to him, I climbed right into his lap, straddling him, and wrapped my arms around his neck. I could smell his cologne mixed with his natural scent and it was quite intoxicating. I think I whispered to him then how wonderful he smelled. I felt his body shift underneath me. His arms were around me and he had moved one leg up to press between my thighs. A very arousing pressure. I didn't want to move - other than moving to make the most of our position. I reluctantly backed off after remembering that my husband was in the next room and could easily have seen us if he leaned in the right direction.

Before I fully dismounted, Stephen said, "And will the A make it to the B then to the C, and eventually the F to the G...?"

I cut him off and said, "All the way. All the way.... It's all you. It's all you."

Now I was standing in front of his chair, still looking at him and he said, "Shame you weren't an actress."

I wasn't sure how he meant that, but I didn't want to show that I didn't know how to take it. So I made a face at him, then smiled, and walked out of the room to finally leave.

Of course, everyone was afraid it wouldn't work. Nothing like this had ever been done before. It wasn't like NASA had opportunities to go blasting planets out of orbit for practice. We only had one shot at this. If we didn't try, we would die anyway. That was certain. Everyone knew we had to risk it.

President Bush had announced a date and time for the orbit jump and recommended that everyone try to be in a safe place at home with family and friends. At the appointed time, I was home watching the progress on a monitor. It seems I was one of only a few of the general public who were able to actually watch this.

The missiles were launched. I saw explosions on my screen and felt them seconds later. The lights began flickering. I decided I wanted to see how the rest of the world was taking the impact. Somehow, I used my mind to travel to different parts of the world. I stopped at one certain place where people lived close to volcanoes. The volcanoes were exploding and people were running, screaming, dying all around me. No one could see me, I wasn't really there. I was sitting on a hill watching in awe and sometimes in horror. This place was taking the worst beating for some reason. Other places around the world were holding up rather well, but everywhere there was darkness.

As I sat on the hill, I was aware that I was powerful and I played with the idea of seeing to it that certain people I didn't feel should exist would be killed in this chaos. In the end, I decided against it. I was merciful and I didn't know why.

Every hospital in the world was filling up, and overflowing, with the wounded. And it was here that the dream changed and I was a doctor in a hospital in a large U.S. city. Rob Lowe was a cocky, young heart surgeon in this hospital. He wasn't very well liked because he was so damned arrogant. He acted like he was better than everyone, so he naturally had no friends there.

I discovered that he had hired a prostitute to kill a fellow heart surgeon. There had been three of them at the hospital. Now there were only two and I had a bad feeling about the fate of Dr. Lowe's associate. I stole Dr. Lowe's white lab coat and wore it until I found the remaining heart surgeon. By proving that the jacket I was wearing was Dr. Lowe's and showing the contents of its pockets, I somehow proved that the dead surgeon had been murdered and that Dr. Lowe was responsible. The police were called, Dr. Lowe was apprehended and I woke up.

While we were talking, I heard a strange noise that sounded like some kind of electric appliance shorting out in the kitchen. It must have been the doorbell because when I went to investigate, I saw someone through the curtains of the front door. I parted the curtains and saw a slender woman with light red hair. She wore conservative clothes and looked harmless enough.

I opened the door and asked if I could help her. She looked angry and started to walk into the house like she intended to walk right through me and said, "We need to talk!" I blocked her way and said, "Wait a minute. Who are you first?" She wouldn't answer me, but tried again to get inside. With one hand, I pushed her back out of the doorway completely.

Finally, she told me that my neighbors were having problems with my dog. I looked down the road and saw a few neighbors and cops trying to get my dog off someone's roof! She said that there had been several people having the same trouble with my dog, which was a rather large Bulldog.

I had no knowledge of the dog having ever done anything wrong before. I told her this, and that it wasn't even my dog really. It was just a stray that we decided to feed a few times. We didn't even keep dog food in the house for it. She took a few steps back off the porch and I used the opportunity to quickly close and lock the door before she tried anything else. As I locked it, she yelled, "Fuck you!" and flipped me off as she walked away from the porch.

I flung the door open again and asked her what business she had yelling such as that at me. She didn't answer me, just changed direction and walked towards the commotion a couple of houses down and across the road.

Several people came up to me asking me to come help with the dog. Right then, Christie came to the door to bring me a phone number written on a piece of paper. I put the number in my pocket and asked her to listen to Braedon's monitor while he slept so I could go tend to the dog. She said it was no problem and went back inside.

I met several men at the scene and they regretably told me that the dog would have to be euthanized. I felt for the animal, but I hadn't really been attached to it so I told them to do what they had to do. Someone else mentioned to me that it probably went up on the roof because its feet were sore from walking on the ground and road. It made sense to me somehow. They got the dog down and I woke up.

Near the end of the dream, I found myself suddenly surrounded by other vampires who wanted to kill me. The only ones I recognized were Vorador and Kain. I had already fought Vorador so I focused on Kain. I went right up to him and began slashing at him with my claws. He had taken a lot of damage, but still he picked me up by my collar or my throat and held me in the air.

There was a small blood fountain nearby and Vorador filled a magical golden chalice with red and gold blood and brought it to Kain. Kain still held me as Vorador offered him the chalice and said, "Finish him."

I understood exactly what he meant. I knew I had brought Kain's health down considerably. If he drank the blood from the chalice he would be fully restored and also gain extra powerful abilities. I would be finished. I would have no defense against him.

Kain took the chalice from Vorador. Then, surprisingly, he turned it to my lips, forcing me to drink it. I could feel the power in this blood. It was euphoric! As soon as I drained the chalice, Kain threw it down at Vorador's feet. Then he let go of me and simply walked away, never looking back. Vorador followed him with his eyes. He looked disappointed, but also like he respected Kain's decision.

I didn't know what to make of all this. I forced it out of my mind when I noticed that all the vampires that had come to kill me were surrounding me in a reverent silence. I stood up from where Kain had dropped me. None of them advanced on me. I suddenly knew that I was now by far more powerful than they. Drinking the powerful blood from the magical chalice had somehow transformed me into a god-like vampire and I took a place as their leader. The place I assumed had been meant for Kain. Here, the dream ended.

Suddenly, a dirty man with long blonde hair and dressed like Rambo jumped out at us and tried to kill us. My husband was armed and fought the "psycho-soldier" so I could try to get to safety with our son.

It was difficult to find a place to hide. Everywhere felt so open. It was night now and there were troops everywhere. U.S. Army troops. I should have felt safe with them there, but my instincts told me they wouldn't be friendly. Several small groups had made fires here and there in burnt-out buildings.

With my little son in my arms, thankfully quiet, I managed to hide in a corner behind an open door. There was a soft, orange glow coming from somewhere in my corner, but I couldn't find it. I wanted to cover it or put it out. Then I thought that the lack of this light might catch their attention. I decided the best thing to do was stay still and wait for the soldiers to leave before moving on.

As I waited, I almost became lucid. For a few seconds, I knew I was dreaming and had just begun thinking outside the dream when a woman in civilian clothes walked into view of the gap between the door and the frame. She was overweight and had shoulder-length blonde hair. I thought she might not see me, but then she turned in my direction and the orange glow gave me away.

She said something to me and I knew there was no use in hiding back there any longer. I came out into the open, but she didn't act like anything was out of the ordinary. Somehow, I was in uniform like all the other troops, still carrying my son.

A couple of female soldiers approached and the civilian woman left. The soldiers saw the baby I held and thought I had just found another to be taken to...wherever they were taking stolen children to. There was a red truck behind us that already had one baby to take away. I was to add my "find" with the other in the truck then join them to head back to...well, wherever they were headed.

I took my baby to the truck and realized I knew the driver! I knew that he had provided a safe house and had managed to save several children and their mothers already.

I secured my son in the seat as the female soldiers watched then left the truck and walked towards them. The truck started behind me. I caught up to them and they turned to leave. Now that their backs were to me, I broke into a mad run for the truck. I jumped on and yelled at the driver to get us out of there.

Seconds later, a yellow truck of the same model was chasing us, but its driver wasn't as good as this one. The yellow truck slammed into a pile of red dirt. The chase was over before it really began. Still, my driver took precautions. Fearing we could still be seen, he took a path to an abandoned house then cut sharply and sped off to the safe house.

We made it there safely and took the two babies inside. The safe house was underground, under an abandoned house. The "door" was a sliding panel on the floor just inside. There were steep stairs leading down into the main area.

I took the babies out of their seats to let them get acquianted. The other baby's mother had been captured and would probably never be seen again. I knew I'd never see my husband again. There was no use in looking for him. He had certainly been captured too, probably killed. We would spend our lives in the safe house. I wished he could know we were ok.

(20 Years Later)

All the children were grown and more were born since the safe house started. My son grew up to look exactly like Tobey Maguire and he had a girlfriend. Maybe she was the baby I brought there with him.

No one had found our secret place. Every couple of months or so, a few of us went out to get food and supplies. One day, I was discovered.

I was sent out with a man to bring back food for everyone. I must have looked suspicious somehow because a crazy-eyed male soldier with glasses and light brown curly hair stopped me. The man who was with me slinked away as if he didn't know me. The soldier took me to the middle of a bridge and had a gun to me. I begged him not to kill me because there were babies I took care of. He thought for a moment then shot into the air behind me and let me go.

I started heading for the safe house as secretly as I could without anyone else discovering me, but a black female officer stopped me. She tried to act like she didn't suspect me of anything, but I knew there was a rumor of a safe house and she most likely had a good idea that's where I had come from.

She followed me around making stupid small-talk with me, hoping I'd give myself away somehow. We stopped at a fireworks stand, still talking, and I secretly lit as many fuses as I could with a lighter I had in my pocket. Just before they exploded, I jumped out of the way and she was knocked backwards by several rockets that were pointed in her direction. While she was down, I threw several more lit rockets at her and made a run for the safe house.

She got up and ran after me. The jacket of her uniform was on fire and she fought to take it off as she ran. I made it inside the safe house and closed the sliding door above the stairs.

A woman met me on the stairs. She wore a white t-shirt and blue jeans and had long, black wavy hair. She had heard us coming. Her senses were better than anyone's because she was a vampire. I told her what happened and asked her if she could sense how close the soldier was. My vampire friend said the woman outside was too close not to discover us. I told her it would be easy for her to kill her and the threat would be over, but she didn't like to kill. I rather thought she should make an exception in this case.

We both went up outside and the soldier was standing next to the entrance. She was out of breath and burnt all over her body. I pushed her into the hole and she fell to the floor of the safe house. Others below started dragging her further inside.

There was a girl standing in front of me as I went back down the stairs. She had a gun in her right back pocket. I grabbed it and went to finish off our unwelcomed guest. She hadn't yet been restrained. I got too close and she stabbed me with a needle. I immediately shot her in the face and chest. My gun shot nails into her, not bullets. She managed to pull a nail from her chest and stabbed my arm. I couldn't feel it. I just looked at her. She said I probably couldn't feel it because I was going numb from the injection. I was so angry I filled her full of nails. The nails moved in slow-motion but it didn't affect their impact any. She was like a human pin-cushion. I must have woken up after that. I don't remember any more.

We stopped at a bar called "Charlie's" and had a few drinks and used the restroom. We bullshitted with some bikers then left.

We finally arrived at a school football game. Now, Chris was replaced by some other guy I didn't know. I knew he was important somehow, but I didn't know him personally. We went our separate ways at the game.

It was Halftime, time for the Prom Queen to go out in the field and announce whom her escort would be. (I know it doesn't work this way, just go with it.) The Prom Queen was an old real-life classmate, Nicole, and her escort was waiting just out of site of the crowds, under the stands. I watched him flexing his powerful muscles as he waited to join Nicole on the football field. It was Goliath from Gargoyles! Lucky girl!

But didn't I know this already? I got the feeling I'd seen all this before. The feeling was getting stronger and stronger. Suddenly, I knew what was going to happen. I realized I'd been in this same exact situation many times before, I just never realized it until the crucial moment and then it would be too late. I was stuck in a time loop and I had to think of a way to end it.

There was a man at the game. He had always been there, all those "other times". I had to find him and try to change history and stop the loop. He was planning to kill the man I arrived with.

I spotted him in the crowds, dressed as a hot dog vender, as I knew he would be. God only knows what he'd done with the real vender. He was probably dead in a locker somewhere.

I stepped into an area where he'd be sure to see me. He was already looking for me. He knew, or rather, assumed, that my companion would be with me and that's who he was really looking for.

I felt him catch site of me. I didn't have to look to know that he was looking at me. I walked just out of site so he would come my way - he didn't want to lose me. In a few minutes, he was searching the stands near where he had spotted me. I walked right up to him, startling him. He froze. He knew that I knew.

"I know what you're planning," I said. "Don't miss this time. Just...don't." Then I walked away.

Yes, I wanted him to shoot my companion. Every other time, this "assassin" had missed and the loop of events would occur again. It had to end and if the death of this man I came here with was the answer, then he simply had to go.

However, I had confused the would-be murderer. He couldn't grasp how I knew; he didn't know how he should proceed. This wasn't part of the plan - to have the target's "friend" approach to tell him not to miss!

His confusion turned to rage and he felt he must kill this woman who knew too much. What kind of murderer would he be if he left such a witness alive? Even if the murder hadn't yet occurred to witness! Crowds are crowds, but this was direct and too much for him.

He shot at me over and over, but kept missing. I assumed he'd lost all ability to concentrate. Soon, the stadium looked like a disturbed ant hill. I was easily lost in the commotion and used this to escape. I woke up then.

From the beginning, before I saw any real evidence of it, I knew I was in the past. I had an impression it was around the year 1950, but later I learned that had to be wrong - just the messiness of dream plots I suppose. Every time we passed something, like another car or a tractor in a field - anything that spoke of the times, I would almost shiver from the feeling of displacement.

Finally, we arrived at my grandma's house. No one knew who I was, but I was accepted nonetheless. I saw my younger self, my mother, my grandma, and my grandpa's mother. Everyone referred to her as "Mom"; when she died, I had been too young to remember her. It was she I sat next to at the dining room table. I noticed a fishhook through her cheek and asked her how it got there. She said it was a piercing she had done herself. Then I noticed each side of her mouth was pierced as well, but with the common rings of current times. She was a tough old lady and I had a new respect for her.

My attention turned to my mother. I had a short conversation with her and noticed she was pregnant. The year must have been 1979 or 1980 since that's when she was pregnant with my sister. I instantly considered the possibility that I had been sent back in time to prevent the birth of my sister. Why else would I need to be there? It made sense to me, but it wasn't something that I could do. I made a few comments to her about raising the child to be a good person and left it at that.

I had come so close to telling her exactly who I was.

Someone was being sent out to get something my grandma needed and I asked if I could go along because I wanted to experience more of this time. We left and ended up at a funeral home. The person I was with went in first, but I got a bad feeling and felt that I should go in too.

I went in and saw a couple young children playing on the floor. I started climbing the stairs, but before I made it to the top, my companion started racing down and shouting for me to get in the car.

We ended up stealing a hearse to get away from the funeral home owners who were shooting at us! I had no idea what was going on. We tore out of there and I woke up.

When I opened the door, two Nazi soldiers nearly pushed me down to get inside. As startled as I was, it was what was going on outside that suddenly had my full attention.

I walked out a few steps from my door and everything was chaos. People were screaming and running. I heard machine-gun fire nearby! I was trying to stop anyone to get some answers, but they were too scared to stop. I started yelling, "What the hell is going on?" A couple of people gave me strange looks as if they thought I was totally stupid. Finally, I ran out in front of someone and asked what year it was. The person gave me the same look and I told him that I knew it sounded like a dumb question, but that I wanted the answer anyway. He said, "2052," then ran past me.

I began noticing that everything around me looked like it could have come from the 1940's. I turned and went back inside my house. Wounded Nazi soldiers were anywhere there was room to put them! My house was suddenly a make-shift hospital. All the nurses were telling me to get out of the way and that my bedroom was now off-limits to me because the worst of the injured were being put in there. I couldn't believe I no longer had access to my own home! I was being forced to help the enemy. I became angry and frustrated and woke up.

I was standing in the front yard of an old house. The house was small and white and did not appear very sturdy at all. An elderly couple lived there. I think they were related to Chris somehow - his dad was there briefly and he seemed close to the couple.

It seems I was just out to enjoy the nice weather when, to my right, I suddenly saw the moon as I had never seen it before. It was low and huge in the sky; I could see details I had never been able to see with my naked eyes. I was awestruck. Then, the moon quickly flew to the right and vanished. I expected it to reappear to my left so I waited a few seconds and watched as it came back into view as I thought it would, but it was smaller this time, and moved high into the sky and finally stopped.

I ran inside the house and told everyone what I saw. No one had a big reaction. I suppose they didn't believe me. I wanted someone to go with me in case something else happened, but no one was willing to get up. I ran back outside. I had a feeling whatever was happening wasn't over.

When I got outside, it was night! Just that fast! I looked up at the stars in a sky the color of midnight blue. Then, those stars shot past me overhead as I felt a surge of forward momentum. I almost fell forwards (though in reality it would have caused one to fall backwards). It was like the Earth was on a roller coaster!

I caught my balance and ran inside again and told Chris to come outside quickly and see what was happening. Chris and everyone else seemed so disinterested. I grabbed Chris' arm and pulled him outside. Now, it was day again and snow covered the ground! It hadn't been cold and wasn't cold at the moment, but we could feel that the temperature was dropping fast.

Chris called for his dad to come outside. Pat came out and saw how wrong everything was. He said he wished this house we were in had a basement - he would feel safer there. Unfortunately, it didn't even have central heat. Braedon was in the house so I went inside and tried to make a fire in the small fireplace to keep him warm. We weren't prepared for cold weather.

I couldn't keep the fire going. There wasn't enough wood and the lighters were wearing out. The wind picked up and we could hear the house creaking and popping. I didn't want to stay there any longer. I didn't feel it was safe. Chris agreed and we gathered our things. We covered ourselves and Braedon the best we could. Chris carried Braedon and held him close to his chest as we headed for our SUV, but there was too much snow to try to drive through. We decided to walk. We weren't sure of where we would go, but we had to get somewhere safer than that house.

In a way, it didn't really seem to matter to me. I felt that the world was coming to its end and there would be no place or way to escape it. If we, humanity, did manage to survive, I was sure it would be a miserable existance. I knew the Earth must have been thrown out of orbit somehow. That was obvious. I just didn't know how far away the sun and moon were now, but I was sure that any change would be disastrous. It seemed hopeless, but our survival instincts made us at least try to save ourselves.

It wasn't long at all until we made it to an area where there was very little snow. It was so strange. I could look behind me, at that little old house in the distance, and see the thick snow burying everything there. We couldn't talk the rest of the people into leaving that house. They couldn't have made it far anyway.

We found a building and were just about to enter when I woke up.

In this dream, I was a rookie cop married to Henry Rollins. My partner was an old man who looked about sixty years old. Even though we rode together, we still each had our own police cars.

One day I found my partner's car burnt to its frame. It was a blackened heap of metal. My partner was some yards away, injured, but alive. I asked him who did this to him. He wasn't certain, but he believed it was my husband. Everyone knew that Henry hated cops and they feared that he would hurt or kill me next.

Later on, I was driving alone in my car in the rain and noticed it wasn't handling right. I felt that I may soon lose control. I pulled over and got out. The two tires on the driver side had been carefully sliced. I knew Henry was responsible. I could feel it.

I was assigned to a new partner, a woman not much older than I, and we went to my house to confront Henry. We walked in front of an open window and she complimented me on how nice the house was. I told her that it didn't feel like a home and I just couldn't get used to it.

Just then, Henry saw us and glared at us, then shut the curtains. My partner and I made our way to the front door with our guns drawn. I went in first and tried to talk to Henry, but he came at me and tried to pin me against the wall. In our struggle, I ripped his shirt off. I saw a large colorful tattoo on his back and started commenting on it to my partner. Listening to us talk about his tattoo distracted him and he let me go and I woke up.

I looked the part as well. I had orange hair that came to my shoulders and I wore a white tank-top, very short shorts, socks and hiking/work boots. I was definitely dressed so that clothes wouldn't be in the way of any range of motion. I was a very active person and didn't care much for beauty.

One day, I went out on my own to test some new equipment. I ended up severing my left leg from my body and also severing the foot from it. I hopped to the hospital carrying my pieces to have them reattached.

The hospital was one story high and covered a vast amount of land. On the inside, everything was "Army green" and all the doctors and nurses were military officers as well. I got the impression that we lived in a time of war, and technology advanced at a rapid rate due to the needs of this war. It was this technology that our gang took its pickings from.

I snuck into the hospital as I usually did and found my friend, a guy who was a genius at seemingly everything technological and medical. He didn't have a name in the dream, so I'll call him "Whiz Kid", since he was younger than I. He kept to himself at the hospital becuase his dad was a surgeon there. He had never actually had any medical training, but he was a fast learner and picked up on things quickly. Also, he was in the perfect spot to get his hands on any supplies and watch various operations. If one of our gang was injured, he could help us and usually for free. We were lucky to have him.

On this occasion, however, he was a little out of his league. He had never reattached severed limbs before and this wasn't the time to practice. We decided it was best to get his dad to come do it. I was probably wanted by the authorities for multiple crimes, so going to an operating room was impossible. Luckily, Whiz Kid's dad was willing to help and not say anything.

When his dad got to our room, I saw that it was Alec Baldwin. He brought a lazer tool that looked like a pen-flashlight. He used it to reseal my leg to my body. It didn't take very long at all. There was some scarring, but I would have to live with it.

After Surgeon Baldwin left, I talked Whiz Kid into giving me an anti-gravity device and harness suit. Then I persuaded him into coming with me to our "play area" to try it out. He didn't like stealing from the hospital, but we always managed to get him to cooperate in the name of fun. Which was good because he was our primary source for top-of-the-line devices.

I suited up and activated the small cube that was the anti-grav device, then fitted it into position on the suit. I collapsed almost immediately. I felt like all my energy had been sucked from me. I was lying face-down in the dirt, barely able to hold my head up. Whiz Kid ran over to me and asked if I was ok. I wanted to answer, but I coudln't talk at first. I was just that weak. Finally, I told him that I would be ok. I saw a couple of my friends out of the corner of my eye. They weren't too worried about me - they knew I'd be ok. I should have felt like a dumb-ass - most likely I had gotten something backwards and increased the gravity. Who knows? I woke up.

I was on my computer and found a picture of a church that was inside a building. I noticed pictures on either side of the church door that were done in 3-D somehow. It was a picture of a field with a tree in the foreground. I reached out and felt it with both hands. It was flat, but looked almost as real as looking out a window. I studied it in awe and wondered how it was done.

When I was finished with the odd picture, I discovered I was actually inside the building! I hadn't been aware that I was no longer at home on my computer, but had been teleported to the actual location of the picture I studied. I never felt myself move!

For the moment, I wasn't too concerned. I felt invisible. I remember I was wearing my pajamas - a shirt and shorts set. No one seemed to notice me and I began to believe I was sort of visiting this place without actually being there - like a ghost.

I walked outside and finally realized that I was at the college I had attended. It was nice to see it. I stood on the steps and leaned on the low wall to the right. It was a beautiful sunny day, but I didn't enjoy it for long. I realized that I had no idea how to get back home. My computer had sent me there, but how would I return without another computer that could do the same as mine? I didn't think I would be able to do it again. I never knew how I accomplished the first move, it just happened before I knew it.

I started to panic. My mind was racing with options: find a suitable computer Where?, find a phone Whom could I call?, ask someone for help Can anyone even see me?. I walked up and down the halls of the building trying to find someone to help me. I felt so lost.

I walked outside through a different door and just stared down the hill at the road wondering what to do. Finally, a woman came out and I asked her if she could help me. She told me she would if I didn't smell so bad. (!?) She also didn't believe my story. I wasn't surprised; I hardly believed it myself. Even so, she gave me her long, black leather coat and showed me to a room where I could use a computer. There were a couple of women in the room, but I ignored them. All I could think of was finding a way to teleport back home. Nothing I tried worked.

Suddenly, I had a crazy idea. I found a black marker and a notecard and began writing, asking for a solution to my problem. I wrote, "Dear Dr. Death," but I don't remember how the rest of it was worded. I actually believed this would work - so did the women in the room and they were scared. I waited for a reply, but got none. Then it occurred to me - It was 5:38pm! Chris would be off work by now and would drive right past this building! I ran outside so I could stop him when he drove by, hoping I hadn't missed him.

I waited for a while then realized he must have already passed. I went back inside and everything was closed and all the lights were off. I went back in the room anyway to think of what to try next. I hadn't really thought of a solution, but something told me that if I left the building as fast as I could, I would be sent home.

{Part 2: First Contact Gone Wrong}

It must have worked because the next thing I remember is sitting on the porch of the house I grew up in and talking to an old man. I'm not sure who he was, but I think it was my paternal grandfather. I also saw Chris and he told me that I had missed him by five minutes earlier.

As we talked, I saw a tornado in the distance. It was like no tornado I had ever seen. It looked like it was made out of a liquid gel. There wasn't much wind coming from it and the old man didn't seem concerned in the slightest. It got closer and I stood up, ready to run.

The tornado suddenly reshaped into a large, silver bubble and landed just a few feet away from us. A couple of people came out of the house to see what was happening. A large, orange, robotic spider emerged from the bubble and seemed to begin studying the land. Right after the spider, a turquoise robotic dog emerged and used the pinchers at its mouth to "bite off" samples of skin from everyone.

I knew this must be some sort of exploration team from an alien world. I wanted to cooperate and let them take what they wanted for study, but someone behind me had gotten a hose and started spraying the robots. The water shorted them out almost instantly. At one point, I took a hose myself and sprayed a third robot. The fourth, and last, robot had crawled back inside the bubble. I used my hands to make an opening and saw that this robot had tried to disguise itself as a little boy, thinking we wouldn't harm it, but it hadn't been able to complete the change and a couple robotic legs were protruding from the body still. Plus, it wasn't able to properly mimic the speech and it sounded very fake. I sprayed it with a hose until it ceased to function as well. As soon as I knew it was "dead", I woke up.

The youngest girl had fallen on a set mousetrap and her fingers were caught in the metal. I released her fingers; she didn't even seem to be in any pain. I looked at the other two girls. They were dressed in t-shirts and shorts, typical play clothes. The little one was in a dress with no sleeves, dark pink with white polka dots.

By now we were travelling down the road at the usual speed limit. I looked down and saw that the floor of the van was old rotted wood, most of it was already rotted away. There were holes large enough for even the oldest girl to fall through! There actually wasn't much floor to stand on at all. One had to stay against a wall and find something to hold on to to keep from possibly falling out of the van through a hole in the floor.

I wanted to tell the driver to stop, but there was only a small, dirty glass window in the boards that separated the front from the back. It was difficult to see through it and yelling couldn't have reached the driver's ears over the roar of the old engine. We would just have to wait for a stop and hope that we didn't fall out.

It seems that I dozed off in the van. I woke up and saw that we had left the ground! The van was flying! Though the window I saw snow-capped mountains. I even saw the Paramount Pictures mountain (clever little brain I have). The air was freezing. I was dressed well enough, but the girls had to be suffering. It made me want to get to the driver even more. How could this person put these kids in this rotting metal carcass and fly us through the frozen mountaintops?

Finally, we were on ground again and the air was warmer. I realized that I knew where we were, not that I knew the name of the place, but I knew the area. Chris and I had been on vacation here before. I remembered the roads and the distant mountains now. It was all familiar to me. I predicted that the driver was headed to the same vacation spot that Chris and I had been to.

I was right. We stopped at a little resort and were all finally able to get out. I saw the driver was a woman and I presumed she was the girls' mother. I told her what I thought about her lack of concern for her kids' comfort and safety, but she didn't seem to be listening. Instead, she came to me and put her face to mine, cheek to cheek, and held firm there. I said something to her about how she was so close that if she moved, it would move my face as well. She smiled, lifting my cheek as she did so. It was a most awkward situation. She didn't want to move. She never spoke to me and didn't know if she understood anything I said. It seemed she didn't. She might have thought I was some lovestruck stowaway for all I knew.

We started off again in the van and I was in the passenger seat as she drove. I was trying to help her get somewhere since I had recently been there and still remembered directions fairly well. Everything was so familiar though I hadn't been there in real life. The dream ended then.

The strays had made a home for themselves in a hay-filled hole of sorts, hard to describe. As I gave them the food I noticed several spiders above their den. There was a larger-than-usual Black Widow spider, another more common-looking type, and then there appeared the largest spider of them all. It was the size of a large cat and had emerged from a higher heap of hay. This largest spider had a shiny, gelatinous look to it and was the color of blueberries when smushed together in large quantities. As it passed over the "common" spider's web, it paused and one of its legs happened to be in the web. This caused the small spider to try to capture what had landed there. It began futily spinning more web over the Big Spider's "foot". The Big Spider moved on, seemingly not even aware of the other spider's attempt.

I left and soon returned with a can of Raid. I was afraid to spray the Big Spider because I knew the Raid wouldn't have much effect and I was afraid the Big Spider would attack me. So I sprayed the Black Widow first.

I'm not sure what happened next, but the Big Spider jumped into my right hand, which was raised for some reason. I threw him off and he went inside my Grandmother's house. Suddenly, I had a flash of memory and saw the Big Spider bite Spiderman then Spiderman bit the spider in return. That vision then left as quickly as it had come.

Then, somehow, the whole situation was familiar to me and I ran inside and told everyone exactly what would happen next (though I couldn't tell you now). As I was telling them, the Big Spider was briefly appearing here and there as if it was playing peek-a-boo with everyone. Then Spiderman showed up and was trying to get rid of the spider for us. I woke up as Spiderman chased the Big Spider out of the house.

The dream changed and I was outside sitting in a chair in front of a stage at night. I turned in my chair and looked behind me and saw an old man and Simon walking next to him. Both men were in tuxes. I suddenly knew that I was about to marry the old man in one of those little places where you just walk in and get married. Simon had offered to be the Best Man for us, though it wasn't necessary.

We all stood around and talked for a while, then the old man had to go somewhere for a minute. I broke down and told Simon that I just couldn't marry that old man. I had made a mistake somehow. Maybe I agreed to it while I was drunk. I didn't remember. All I knew was that I could not marry that old man.

Simon agreed that it was not a good match and said that he wanted to marry me instead. I was so happy! But that's all I can remember.

I returned to the store later, after having picked up Simon (Templeman) from the airport. He was here to visit me for a few days and he needed to pick up a few things from the store.

At first, he didn't think it was a good idea to be in such a public place. He was worried about a crowd forming around him and such. I told him he didn't have to worry about that at all. I said something very close to, "Look around you. We're all alone here. Look at them. To be surrounded by people such as these IS to be alone. There's nothing to worry about."

He looked around again and agreed. He offered his arm and I took it. We walked through the crowd of people in the parking lot as if we were walking through a forest with no intelligent life around us, just mindless beings.

I don't remember much after we got inside the store. We stopped at the men's room and while I waited for him, I saw myself in a mirror. I was wearing a red shirt and I looked nice in it. I must have awakened shortly after that.

The Xen stones had lain far underground since before intelligent life on Earth began. It was not known who had put them in their underground resting place or how they came to be on Earth at all. After learning what I could, I was returned to my present time.

There was a mine on a mountainous island that had been purchased by a multi-billion dollar company. There was some mystery surrounding the mine. In this time, it hadn't been explored yet. It had been sealed and locked by the company until a mining facility and lab could be built around it, containing it.

Now that the facility had been completed, it was time for the mine to be explored. The company held a science project competition where the winning student would get the honor of being the first to unseal the ancient mine of Xen stones. How they knew the name of the stones, I have no idea.

I arrived just as the student, a young black male I remember, was given the key. Strangely, the key looked like a light blue sun and moon candle I have. I tried to talk him out of unlocking the mine. I told him it would destroy life on Earth if he did so. He stopped and wasn't sure what to do. The scientists around us were telling him to continue and that I was just a paranoid nutcase.

Finally, the student unlocked the mine and the massive door was opened. No one would listen to my warnings. They thought I was crazy. I couldn't stop them. The first mining team soon emerged with a collection of stones, disc-shaped in various sizes and the color of gold - they almost seemed to glow.

I had failed. Soon, everything would perish. I woke up after I realized all was lost.

At some point, I did die. I was a ghost wandering around the house. I stopped in front of my mother and I wanted her to see me. I knew how to make myself visible. If I concentrated on pulling matter inward, I could give myself a material form - not very solid, but visible enough. I did this and she did see me. She was glad to see me, but not as startled as one may expect.

I was trying to tell her that religion was pointless and that all that happens when we die is we become invisible, with no more need for material things. I remember for a moment I thought, "Why don't more people kill themselves so they can experience this awesome existence?" But I realized that no one can know until they do die and it's the fear of the unknown that provides for the will to live and survival instincts.

I left my mother so she could ponder what I told her and went off to play with my new abilites. I made it past White House security. There was a special class inside and I found an old classmate of mine from school, Elizabeth, and made myself visible to her. She was shocked and I was satisfied with that. I flew out of the window and woke up.

We both decided to use "Crystal Japan" by David Bowie to show the beauty of a sunrise. After we planned how we'd do our video, Todd (high school classmate in real life) started talking to me. And he wouldn't shut up!

After class, he walked with me to the parking lot, but I couldn't find my car. We ended up talking while we looked for it and he was really getting into me. It was freaking me out because we were two very different kinds of people. Preppy vs. Goth basically. I think I woke up before I found my car.