Blade/Underworld Crossover Dream sans Werewolves
Seems that I’m in a movie-theme lately (had a LotR dream the night before last).
[For the vampire pop culturally-challenged, “Blade” and “Underworld” are two vampire movies. In the former, Blade (played by Wesley Snipes) is a sort of half-vampire who hunts full vampires and shares many of there characteristics with two exceptions, he is unaffected by sunlight and not ageless. In the latter movie, Selene (played by Kate Beckinsdale) is a vampire protege of one of the three ancient vampire patriarchs/matriarchs who has the bad taste to fall for a werewolf – when the vampires and werewolves are at war with one another.]
The setting is some sort of gothic mansion. I am in it with Blade and Selene. Blade is chained to a window frame and during the day, occasionally catches some sunlight which (contrary to the movie) burn him. For whatever reason Selene and I cannot free him. We also know that eventually, because of the turn of the seasons eventually he will be caught in the sunlight long enough to kill him.
Selene is never clearly see, she seems to always be behind me looking over my shoulder, but is definitely there. It’s unclear if I’m a vampire too – I have no feeling about it one way or another.
Blade is completely naked. There is a small bed or cot with only a matress (no bedclothes at all) near the window upon which he writhes around when the sun his hitting him. We can hear him crying out in pain and see burns and smoke rising from him where he is being burnt. No smell though.
Eventually, and I’m not sure how much time passes but it something on the order of days or weeks, he breaks free during an episode of burning. We all run downstairs and outside, into a winter night. It’s very cold, snow covers some of the ground, but I think nearer the mansion there is less. There is a wrought iron gate to the grounds of the mansion.
At this point the dream ends.
Now, my keen sense of irony compells me to point out that it was Wesley Snipes’ character who was naked in my dream and Kate Beckinsdale’s who was barely even in my peripheral vision. Alas.
very prometheus bound…