My fascination springs from fear. Yes. Fear.
When I was very young, I used to have dreams about being pursued by vampires. I could never see them, but I knew they were there. This haunted me into adolescence.
There have been three dreams on my life about vampires, which have had a very strong impression on me.
In the first dream, I am not so much being pursued by one as I am aware of one living in a house in some made-up neighborhood. This house was, for whatever reason, the one my great-grandmother lived in in my dream, though she had never lived in such a house as far as I knew. The vampire was malevolent and inhabited the house after her death and I became afraid of being trapped in the house with the vampire. The predominant color in this dream was blue.
In the second dream, I was somewhere in the wilderness of the mountains, and was once gain aware of a vampire. I descended into a cave and went very far down into the earth and sailed a boat in an underground river. There was a woman there who revealed herself as a goddess and guided me from the vampire. The predominant color of this dream was a dark gray.
The third dream, I was imprisoned by a family of vampires in a grand mansion, though I never saw one directly. I was free to go wherever I wanted in this mansion but unable to find the exit. I was walking down a hallway with a lush red carpet and came to a door. When I entered the room, I fell into the front most room of the mansion into a pool of water. I was trying to swim to the front set of doors and became aware that though I was in the presence of other vampires, I still never saw one directly; nor did they do anything to pull me back from my goal destination. I remember a woman vampire swimming past me; her hair was long and black. I touched the nob of a door just as my lungs began to feel as they were going to give out, and was suddenly outside of the mansion. I looked to my right and saw a glowing iron lamp (similar to the one described in the Narnia books), but beyond it was a void of darkness. I descended the steps of the manor and woke up. The predominant colors of this dream were lavender and teal.
I don't know why I was and have been so scared of vampires. It seemed that every few months I would have another vivid dream similar to the ones described above. I was always terrified when I woke up, but never were the dreams what I would consider a stereotypical "nightmare" (I have only had one of those in my whole life, and the subject matter did not involve vampires).
I am not lying in the slightest in saying that I have not once dreamed of vampires since joining this site. I don't know if it was an acceptance, something in my subconscious, or something else, but I am glad that those dreams seem to be in the past.
As I have worked on my fear, I have had a new fascination spring from scientific curiosity. I wonder what the biological system would be of a vampire if they existed. I wonder what caused the first instance of thought on the vampire. I have other thoughts also based on the physiological aspects of vampires.
