This is a copy of an e-mail message I sent on Tuesday, 23 March 1993 and recorded in my journal, volume 12, entry date Tuesday, 23 March 1993.
As some of you may not know, I have two recurrent dreams. I get at least one of them about once a week. They aren't exactly recurrent dreams because they are not exactly replays of previous dreams. Instead, they are revisitations of the same two topics.
The first of the recurrent topics is vampires that live underneath Sierra College in Rocklin. (I am sure that Dave finds this of no surprise.) Naturally, I'm one of the vampires. The tunnels and amphitheaters beneath the college make for good chase scenes. The dreams usually culminate with my arrest for hacking, drug-dealing, statutory-raping, cryptanalysing (a recent addition to the dream), or some other non-crime which I didn't do.
The second, which is more recent and much more interesting, involves astronauts whose spaceship crashes on the frozen planet they are to explore when they try to land before the dream starts. I get a first-hand view through the eyes of some kind of monster (I've never seen it) as it ravages, rapes, and decapitates the astronauts and leaves them to freeze. (Not necessarily in that order.) Sometimes, they are dead before the monster arrives. Naturally, this dream would not be complete if I were not able to witness, from the point of view of a later astronaut, the horror upon the discovery of the remains of the raped astronauts (who were usually quite sexy - lots of leg). Of course, the discoverers revive their pop-cycle comrades by pouring hot chocolate down their exposed esophagi. This does revive the dead astronauts, who promptly re-attach their heads and desire to turn the living astronauts into unliving S&M slaves in the snow. (Chilling!) Sometimes, they succeed (my favorite ending), but other times the living astronauts put the zombies into glass-covered coffins (from my only real nightmare, which occurred when I was about five), load them onto their ship, and return to Earth.
These two dreams have never mixed together or even occurred on the same night. Until last night.
After the living astronauts placed the zombies into their glass-covered coffins, they locked the coffins in a stone crypt and split. I took the point of view of one of the zombies and witnessed their escape from the coffins and their discovery of a secret door in the back of the crypt (which by this time had grown a blood-red shag carpet). They opened the door and exited the crypt down a long flight of stone steps to the basement of Sierra College where they found the vampires. I became a vampire as we attempted to help the zombies escape from the authorities who wanted to capture them and freeze them so they could be studied. (The zombies, after being frozen in a crashed spaceship for several years, were not too keen about anything that was cold.) We led them to the attic of Sierra College, but by the time we got there, I noticed that we had lost the zombies and the authorities (CIA, I think) were after us. So I fled to the safety of the basement, again, but by the time I got there, the authorities had invaded our safe-haven and were waiting. I was apprehended in an amphitheater with yellow seats and a blood-red carpet and accused of aiding and abetting the escape of frozen, beheaded, rapist zombies (who were bloody but very sexy and did have heads).
I ask you: Should aiding and abetting the escape of frozen, beheaded, ravaged, over-sexed zombies be a crime? Surely not!