The Vampire Dream

Not often do I remember a dream during a whole day but today I did.

It was about Bill ( of course ) and he was a vampire .... :/

I know because of his iconic look, it is easy to see, and picture him as a vampire.
But usually I do not dream about these kind of creature.

The dream started when I woke up in a bed, a huge king-size-bed  with satin off white sheets, a perfect Victorian styled scene might rather say.

I could see how the room was furnished in dark red, dark wood, and gold.
Although I was blindfolded, with the same material of the sheets.

I also noticed that my hands were bound with also the same material, above my head. But a part of the binds disappeared under the huge pillows on the bed, so I could not see where the were connected to.

It seemed that I was a slave, or at least a prisoner.

There was a certain feeling in my belly, that I all to well knew where I was, what was going on, and who my master was.
Also I felt comfortable, and still a bit anxious.
Somewhere in the back of my head something was telling that HE was coming.

My master was Bill.
And for some reason I was still blinded by the folds, but I could clearly see everything that was going on.

I saw him perfectly.
And this dream felt so real.
I could feel, smell, touch, everything!

When he came through the door, I could smell the wood of the heavy door. I could smell the dust from the satin that rose up, I could smell the satin.
I could smell him. he could smell the candles that where burning, I even could smell the wax from the candles.

Bill was wearing his dreadlocks, and wore a Victorian ruffle-shirt and black neat pants.
He looked like the perfect vampire.

We did our stuff...you know...
And again everything was so realistic.

I know that dreams can be realistic I know.

But the sensations where incredible real. The smell, the colors, the touches.
The feeling of the different types of fabric, my skin felt warm, and his cold, I could smell my sweat, and his blood.

The scene switched and I saw him lying on a cold dark dungeon floor, He was covered in blood and looked on the verge of death.
There were different people standing around him, and I threw myself over him in a protective way.
I hissed at the crowd standing around us, and bared my fangs.
My lips were red, and my teeth looked white like pearls.

This is where the dream ended.

*Notes:
Again I didn't look like myself in real life.
I  had long red ringlets, and again I was white...
Red lipstick all the time....

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The entire dream was full color and felt realistic.
All senses where active.