Through the Looking Glass

Last night I dreamed that I was in a place (some sort of large room) with Stefan and Damon Salvatore. You might know them as the sexy blood-drinking brothers from The Vampire Diaries Series. In this room was a large pane of glass (easily ten feet tall and six feet wide) with beveled edges. Damon and Stefan used this glass device to transport from place to place (like the magical wardrobe from the C.S. Lewis books.) 

In this particular moment, I was a mortal who was helping the brothers track down some individual. I came into the room to tell them that the person they were looking for was in location 'X' but I didn't know how they could manage to get in there. Damon made some snarky comment about how little I knew about anything to which Stefan politely pointed to this magical piece of glass and how it worked. I watched as the brothers, one at a time, put their hands on the glass and in a flash of light transported through it to another place. 

Soon Stefan returned to get something or to ask something of me. Somehow when he was ready to transport out of the room again, I was accidentally pinned between his body and the glass. I remember the very real sensation of feeling my hand up to my elbow pressed against the cold, hard glass and the terror I felt as I was magically transported with him through the glass. We arrived in another room. Instantly I sensed that I was somehow transformed. Damon was yelling at Stefan about how I couldn't be here and did his brother know what he had done? Now I was in a strange white, flowing gown (think the scene from Moonlight where Mick killed Coraline.) I flew up to the ceiling and looked down at the brothers while they argued. (At this point I was very much outside of myself watching the scene.) Coming through the glass with them had somehow turned me into a vampire. Eventually I came down off of the ceiling. Stefan calmly explained to me that I needed to go back in order to save myself, and that when I returned through the glass to the other side, I would be my regular mortal self again. Only problem was I did not want to go back.

I woke up and discovered that my arm was pinned beneath my body in an unnatural position and had fallen asleep. Somehow my brain translated cut-off circulation to my arm into being transported through a magical vampire window. 


Lesson: The simple problem of my arm being "asleep" triggered this amazingly vivid dream that I won't soon forget. Way to go, brain!