My Mid-Night Adventures

HI NINJAS, 

( *drum rolls*) pleaseeeeee😙

Song pick: BELIEVER - Imagine Dragons 

I had a dream last night. It was the kind of dream that made you confirm that you had Malaria, and for me that was the nail in the coffin I needed to start treatment. I couldn't tell my mum about the dream because it was the kind that had very suspicious details that she just can't ignore. I had no plan to write about this, I just wanted to put it down as soon as possible before the spirit that feeds on the details of our dreams comes to take it away from my memory. Even as I write this, I feel most of the scenes become blurry in my head, so I reckon she has come for me now.
After my very graphically detailed dream, I woke up quiet impressed as to what I can unconsciously create, Nonetheless I found it funny and at the same time disturbing.
Just as in the mysterious land of dreams, you can't tell what time of the day it was but you just know it. It was around dusk in mine, I couldn't see the stars or moon, but I just knew it was a night and for some reason, there was a war raging between the lycanthrops and vampires. Why I had to refer to werewolves with so much formality in my dream, I have no idea, but I like it(it made me feel like an intellect). There was a war, and the crazy thing was that I was the Vampire leader and my eldest brother was the Werewolf alpha. Why I chose to be a vampire, I still can't explain. I have always thought of myself as more of the lone wolf kind of human but I guess the Dream lords thought otherwise.
So in the dream, the Were Wolf gang came to fight us in our home and we all thought it was a fair fight.
As in the mysterious concept of dreams, we the vampires decided to plant vervain in-front of the house. Now this is a problem, Isn't vervain supposed to be bane of a vampire's existence according to the wonderful series we have been watching that sent this idea across(vampire diaries and The original fans get in here real quick). Now we planted the vervain, and it grew quickly into a beautiful shrubs in-front of the house just before the werewolves came to fight us.
Before they could bust through the gates of the mansion that would lead them past the garden of vervain then finally to the platform where we were standing waiting for the fight to come to us, I gave my gang an instruction.
The instruction was for everyone to eat the vervain seeds that we had somehow managed to harvest that same night. Every one was already holding it in their palms, so they just ate.
From here, the details of the dream are a bit blurry, but the bottom line is that the fight was bloody but very short. All my men died and so did I just moments into the fight, and you can guess what killed us: vervain. This would have been my cue to wake up in confusion but ooh no I didn't, instead I under went some sort of metamorphosis to where I was a homeless student living in an airport. Ooh I wasn't just a homeless person, I was secret agent ( at least it felt that way). I was at the airport to save a flight attendant from assassins that were coming from a publishing house(now again as In the mysterious concept dreams, I knew all these things). For another reason, this airport had no roof, so I could see the moon and stars this time. The cool thing about this part of the dream was my outfit. Leather jacket and bad ass boots all black with a black hat too. Now the hat was a bit of a problem in the dream, It proved to be a bit tricky when it was time to save the flight attendant. Even though this part is also a bit blurry I remember the hat kept falling off continuously while I was running but I just couldn't let it go because apparently even in my dream, I understood that drip was very important.(you gats respect the drip)
The final stage of the dream was when I woke up in the dream to the smell of pineapples. Let me explain further, while I was dreaming, I woke up in it to realise that the the first two dreams were indeed a dream but I was some how sure that I was awake in this third dream but In reality I wasn't. Now In the third dream, I woke up because I smelt pineapples in my room. I opened my eyes to see a person indeed eating pineapples, yet I couldn't see who it was. The face wasn't exactly blurry, it was more like it wasn't there, but the presence felt very familiar. You know the feeling you get when you see a silhouette of someone you know, it was like that but in a scary way. At this point I was sure I was still dreaming so I decided to wake up, but yeah I couldn't.
I was stuck in the struggle of trying to wake myself up for what seemed like a life time until my alarm rang and finally helped me pull out of it.

Now I'm awake and partially amused
My dreams come but not so often, yet when they do, it's all worth it.
I remember one time I had a reoccurring dream of chasing people with a rake and sometimes a frying pan. I was so intrigued by it that I went into research about how dreams come about.

 Psychologist claim that dreams came from the manifestation of your subconscious(my mom thinks this is crap by the way). Details of the day that you unconsciously registered come out to play when you are asleep. It must not really be the details of that particular day, but it a detail of a day nonetheless.

Like for my dream of lycanthrops😅, I recently decided to reread "The Mortal Instruments: City of bones" by Cassandra Clare (another personal favourite) Now if you have read this book, you would understand where the scene of the Werewolves and Vampires came from even if my dream version is a bit askew.
For the homeless secret agent, I know exactly here her outfit came from, and finally for my pineapples licking familiar spirit, all I know is I saw my cousin having pineapples a night before. Now where the ghost came from is a mystery to me, so for whatever I do not have an explanation for, I just have to chalk it down to Malaria, til a Joseph comes with an interpretation.