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Speaking with another, I felt there might have been more information withheld from the 'dream' as it were, as if to protect the happening all together.

I recalled this and sent it to a newfound friend of mine.





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I remember some of the conversation, actually.

William: Well, you don't expect it to all happen at once, do you?

Morgan (gives a bit of a nod): Of course not, but in ways, time is off the essance.

William: You should have some of -this- essance (probably referring to the soul he was feeding from)

Morgan (stops a moment, I think he knows he's being watched. He makes the hand gesture I spoke of early as he speaks): Must I start all over again to explain this to you?

(The black vampire you refer to as Craigen enters and sets the drinks down with a snicker, shakes his head and leaves his blazer off to the side)

Morgan: Thank you, it's been ages. Now, must I repeat myself again?

William: Relax, it'll all come when it comes.



This is when I noticed John more clearly, and that he seemed to tense slightly as if to 'hear' and then relax. I admit I was still a bit unclear to as if I should be 'hearing' the conversation at all, but I felt I -needed- to know them, not entirely -knew- them, if that makes sense.

I call it a dream because of it's nearly magickal stance. I call it an OBE because of the usual 'thunk' I feel when coming back to Earth. I set it in the story section because I feel, again, it's a Dream-like essance.



It seems I had 'walked in' as it were, on a meeting of like minds. The courtyard/hallyway was rather long, a victorian style table lay at it's near center, offsetting what looked like the last embers of a roaring fire. Not entirely snuffed they kept the room warm.



The fellow creatures were gorgeous, but not always perfect as we are portrayed in the movies. They were talking and laughing with a few other 'lost souls' that I suppose were dreaming it all up as well.



There was William (Whilliam from the accent of the next?), a bosterious, and slightly ill-mannered gent about 19-20 or so. He had a 'soul' at his side, not as thick as we are (thick meaning 'sound' as opposited to disappating), that he seemed very friendly on. Of course it seemed this was not the first tiem this soul latched upon him in such a manner, and it almost appeared he was feeding from the soul's energy as he pet the crown of its' head. He was slightly unkempt with his hair tied back, but most of it seemed to be this-and-that way. No shoes, must be the one who set them aside the embers far enough as they won't get lit up, but close enough to keep them warm. (Perhaps he was use to this due to a colder climate?)



Morgan, a bit more proper (and probably older from what I sought), 'felt' there was something a miss and as I gained closer entry into the 'room' as it were. From then on he began to pace, nodding to Willian's strong convictions and adding a few of his own with a slight fist of sensations into the air, then letting it bud like a flower. Blond, slightly taller than William as well it appeared, and at the moment wore monsterous boots that 'shook' the area if the step was large enough.



A black gent with several tattoos entered for a moment with a few glasses and a bottle, taking off his blazer and setting it aside showing fantastic tribal tattoos down his left side. He seemed to snicker before leaving the room again... were there more rooms to this 'place'? I was curious and had a bit of a flash, as if following him a moment to see there was a female in the midst of 'dressing' in another 'room,' but ventured back into the original to see if I can make out any speech.



Then there was the quiet most interesting one to me, 'John,' who seemed to know I was there while the others did not. I set myself off to the side of some sort of curtain, a chair nearby. He was lean, darker, shorter hair pulled into a small ponytail away fromh is face, though he must have had bangs at soem time, as they were hooked around his ears and sometimes fell to the side.



They continued their conversing and looking about as I hide again, trying to hear them. Perhaps I'm unwanted there, or just not materialized enough to converse myself, but it was certainly something to behold.