Backup of David's Livejournal

Once you grow up, hold down a steady job, marry your girlfriend and raise a family with her, what do you dream about? Getting your next promotion? The stock market? Political success?

Not in my case.
A few days ago, I had this dream where everyone but me was sorta Simpson's look influenced. They were life-like and cartoony both at once. Towards the end of the dream, it got more realistic. The scene was a bay with some steep rocky walls falling into the ocean water. My nemesis was a great white shark, Jaws style. He hadn't killed me yet, but he would the first chance he got.

I was doing battle with a hot vampire babe on the cliff by the bay. I had her in a wrestling lock, but she had a counter on me, we were sorta stalemated. If I moved, she might be able to get a bite in. Or, she'd be able to throw me into the bay, where the shark was waiting.

It was just before dawn, and if the sun hit the vampire babe, she'd perish. I could tell from the way she was fighting me, that she knew it was going to be the end for one of us soon, and she was considering allowing me to keep her in this stalemate until the sun got her. Did she love me? Would she allow me to live at the cost of her own life? Would I go on to defeat the shark?

I woke up.
But it was the beginning of the best day ever.