I dreamt of vampires last night.

They were trying to break into this fortress I made, and almost succeeded. I was holding a black stake waiting for them to mist in and attack.

Then the scene changed to a city and I was alone. I found Zomb, I think, and we ran to a lift in some building. Took it down to the carpark, and other people came in. We went to the 12th floor and looked down at the torn city.

The other lift door opened and a vampire came out ready for blood. It almost shoved me over the ledge when the rest unfroze and shoved the vampire over the ledge.

We rode the lift down when I woke up.

Postscript: Must've been the strange beer at Paulaner's last night when we celebrated Amanda's birthday. The cheese sausages were delish though.

Woke up with a bruised foot. I must have been kicking because Boy apparently moved to the other side of the bed to sleep between Zomb's legs in the wee hours of the morning, around the same time I was dreaming.