#ANYWAY- sunny went through a lot of design concepts before I landed here actually. but this is my favourite one so I’m glad I went with it

[clegfly]

GAHSJSJSJ- that’s even funnier because I actually was trying to come up with names for this guy and my first thought was “sol”… ITS VERY CONVENIENT FOR SUNNY SJSJSJEJ

Anyway najsjsksjsjsjsj Ty- I’m having so much fun with this au. They get to be silly

Do you guys want to see some more of the tadc x omori au because the ideas are FLOWING

[scgdoeswhat]

One Drink - Beckett x Clarette (F!MC)

Summary: Clarette persuades Beckett to do something other than study on a Saturday night.

Rating: M

Words: 3832

Author’s Notes: This has been sitting in my drafts for almost a month before finally polishing it up. It takes place sometime during the Fall Semester, a bit canon divergent since Chapter 8 happened. Beckett doesn’t belong to me (unfortunately), but the story does. No Beta used.

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The Penderghast watchtower chimed, its bells reverberating to signal the 10 o’clock hour on a balmy, autumn, Saturday evening. Clarette LeFleur stood outside the room of one Beckett Harrington, puffing out a quick breath before smoothing down her outfit.

‘What’s the worst that could happen? He says no. No harm, no foul. Anyway, this is a last-minute thing and it’s not his scene. But since we’re friends, it’s totally normal that I’d invite him along.’ She psyched herself up, resolute in her actions. ‘Right. Let’s do this.’

Before her nerve could take off down the hall in a sprint, she gently rapped on the door, a sunny smile gracing her face as soon as the man in question appeared in front of her. It took every fiber of her being not to openly gawk at him, especially as he neglected to throw a shirt on before opening the door.

Beckett stared at her, mouth agape. It was not often he was left speechless, but he found himself grasping for words as he took in her appearance. He couldn’t help himself as his eyes roved over her; from the curve of her neck, to her black, satin spaghetti strap mini dress, and all the way down her long legs, which were accentuated by how short the piece of clothing was.

She felt her skin heat up under his attentive gaze, silently thanking Shreya for letting her borrow the designer dress. Breaking the silence, she cleared her throat. “So, are you going to invite me in, or are we having this conversation out here?”

Running a hand through his hair, he snapped out of the trance he had been in. “Yes, sorry. Please, come in.” He stepped aside, inhaling deeply after she passed by him. 

Clarette looked around his sanctum, taking note of the books on the desk, one of which was opened to a spell they had learned earlier in the week. His room was uncharacteristically tidy for someone his age, but she wouldn’t have expected anything less from him. The air had a clean and crisp smell, yet it was definitely masculine. The scent was distinctively Beckett.

“Mind if I take a seat?” 

“Go ahead, you can sit – “ he stopped abruptly when she hopped on his bed. He had to stop himself from flinching as he saw the wrinkles on his comforter. “Was there something you needed? Or can I get back to studying for Englund’s course?” 

She regarded him, head cocked to the side. “I was thinking about what we talked about that night in the library, what we do for fun.”

His eyes darted to her in a suspicious manner, crossing his arms to emphasize his point. “I’m almost afraid to ask, Clarette.”

“It’s Saturday night and the books are still going to be there tomorrow.” She shrugged before leaning back on her hands. “What do you say you come with me to Mysterium? We’ll meet up with the rest of the gang.”

He glanced over to the books on his desk, then back to her on his bed. Meeting her question with silence, his posture remained motionless, save for the movement of his eyes. Thank goodness he was known to be aloof; otherwise it would have been very apparent that she was unknowingly distracting him.

The lack of response made her fidget. He normally would quip back, but this silence was almost unnerving.

“I’ll make you a deal. You come out with me tonight and we’ll study all day tomorrow.”

“And how is that beneficial for me?”

“Here’s the thing. I have a basic understanding of what we're going over, but there's a few concepts I could use help with. By helping me review, it’ll reinforce it in your mind and I'll get some much-needed help,” she reasoned, her smile a bit too sweet.

He mulled over her offer. “And if I want to leave immediately?”

“One drink. Then if you still want to go, I won't stop you.”

“One drink?”

“One drink.”

“I'll hold you to that.”

“I wouldn't expect you not to. That being said, I think I'll be able to change your mind, Mr. Harrington.”

He smirked, throwing on a collared, dark pewter shirt. "Are you practicing the magic of persuasion, as well?"

Clarette threw her head back and laughed. The sound was so unlike the high-pitched giggles that usually accompanied the girls who tried so hard with him. Instead, he was taken with her melodic timbre, which was so vibrant and he knew that he wanted to hear more of it.

"No, but remember how I told you I won ‘Most Tenacious’ back in high school? That was before I knew I was attuned."

He shot her a slightly questioning eyebrow before turning to his mirror, combing his hair. "Will this suffice for the dress code?"

She appraised him, from his dark jeans to his tailored button down, her mouth slightly curving into a mischievous smile. "I'm almost shocked that you own such a peasant piece of material such as denim."

Beckett stood, stunned, if not offended, until he realized she was teasing him with that glint in her eye.

"...Clarette," he paused, waiting slightly until she squirmed uncomfortably, "I'll have you know us bourgeois folk wear these as well. They just happen to cost a thousand dollars," he replied, struggling to keep a composed face.

She gasped, pretending to clutch at her heart. "Oh. My. God. Did you just make a joke? Stop the presses!" Jumping off the bed, she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the door. "Trust me; you've far surpassed any dress code that this place might have."

His smile faltered. "No dress code? What kind of barbaric place are you taking me to?!"

Laughing airily, she led him through his suite’s door to Penn Square. Within minutes, they arrived at the front of the line of Mysterium, the centaur waving them through. The heavy beats of the bass blasted through the speakers, the volume making it hard for Beckett to think. He was starting to regret following the woman who currently was guiding him by the hand through the dim club.

As if she felt his hesitation, Clarette turned around and slowed her pace, the two of them walking in tandem.

"You didn't tell me it was going to be this loud," he yelled over the music.

Putting her hand on his shoulder, he leaned over as she brought her mouth to his ear. "Sorry! I promise it's not that bad in the VIP area!"

He barely registered what she said, instead focusing on the sensation of her hot breath so close to such a sensitive area. They continued past the velvet rope, arriving at the table where Shreya, Zeph, and Griffin sat.

Surprise laced Shreya's face when she saw who Clarette had in tow, followed by a knowing look towards her suitemate. "I never thought I'd see the day where Beckett is out at a club. I guess that's another bottle for the table, then."

Signaling to the server waiting in the wings, a sparkling bottle of Dom Perignon hovered above their table, along with five glasses. Clarette watched, a childlike awe gracing her face, as the bottle poured itself perfectly into each flute, the liquid appearing to glitter with gold.

"I swear, I am never going to tire of that!" Clarette exclaimed as all five long-stemmed glasses gently found their way into each of their hands.

"So much better than having to try and flag down a bartender's attention, that's for sure," Zeph remarked.

"Sure helps having a Mistry in our midst,” Griffin chuckled.

"Oh, I see how it is! All of you are just using me for my connections then!" Shreya faux accused, laughing, before snapping a selfie of herself holding the bejeweled beverage in her hand. "Okay, Clarette, you do the honors. What are we toasting to tonight?"

Clarette tapped her chin thoughtfully, glancing around the table, until her gaze landed on Beckett, who was sitting next to her.

"I'd like to toast to you, for agreeing to come out tonight and be out of your comfort zone." Turning to face him, they locked eyes as she continued, "I'm going to break you out of your shell, just yet. To Beckett!"

They all raised their glasses, taking a drink of the champagne, the bubbles tickling as it went down.

Shreya smiled to herself as she leaned over to Zeph, whispering, "That's not the only thing she wants to break him out of!"

Zeph nearly spit his drink out as he looked across the table.

Beckett observed their surroundings; Clarette wasn't kidding when she said the VIP area was a lot quieter. He noticed an invisible sound barrier filtering the main dance floor and he was thankful he could actually hear himself think. Looking to his right, the girl who had convinced him to come was in conversation with Griffin. He scowled, pangs of jealousy hitting him as Penderghast’s star thief player occupied her attention. Taking a sip, he noticed Shreya across the table, amused at his expression.

A cheeky grin rested on her face. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"No," he frowned deeper.

Shreya chuckled, earning his ire. "You know, Beckett," she leaned across the table, “there is a reason why she brought you here."

His eyes darted over to Clarette, who was giggling at something Griffin said. He took another sip, eyes narrowing.

"She only brought me here to have me help her study tomorrow."

Shreya laughed even harder and Beckett could not contain his glare.

"What is so damn funny?"

Calming down, she motioned to him to come closer. "Clarette’s going to kill me if she knew I told you this, but she’s getting A’s in all her classes. She technically doesn't need your help." She leaned back into the couch, a wide, knowing smile on her lips.

Beckett looked at her, dumbfounded. If she didn't need his help, why go through all the trouble of dragging him out? More so, she was getting A’s? She was a complete slacker!

While he was contemplating this new information, he completely missed the daggers Clarette aimed at Shreya. She noticed out of the side of her eye that her roommate had moved closer to talk to Beckett. Jealousy was not a natural part of her personality, but she could not help the brief frown that disappeared just as quickly. There was a natural break in her conversation with Griffin and she took the opportunity to turn back to the man who accompanied her.

Beckett smiled as she faced him. "Do you come here often?"

"How are you liking it so far?"

They asked each other simultaneously, resulting in Clarette giggling while her hand landed on his knee.

"We've been here a few times and just so you know, that sounded like a bad pick up line."

"I didn't mean it like that at all!" he exclaimed, blushing furiously.

"You're lucky you're cute and FYI; if we didn't already know each other, that line probably would've worked," she winked as she stood up, extending her hand. "Come on, dance with me.”

Taking her hand, he stood up and followed her to the dance floor. The music didn't seem as obnoxiously loud as it was earlier when they had first arrived. He attributed it to the alcohol in his system, but even he knew he was lying to himself as he watched Clarette's hip sway in rhythm to the beat.

She led him to the middle of the packed dance floor, where the lack of real estate pushed their bodies together. He swallowed nervously, though Clarette was completely oblivious to the effect she was having on him.

A cocktail waitress squeezed through the crowd with a myriad of multicolored shots, some of which had smoke rising off them while others had literal sparks shooting out of the slender glass vial.

Stopping the server, Clarette turned to Beckett in excitement. "Beckett! Do a shot with me!"

Looking at the swirling colors of alcohol, he raised a suspicious eyebrow. "I think I’ll pass," raising his voice loud enough to be heard over the speakers.

"Okay, I'll let you off the hook this time." Turning to the waitress, she asked, "Which one is better?"

"Tell you what, sweetie. Buy one and I'll give you the other one for free," the blue hued girl replied, winking.

Clarette clapped her hands in delight before reaching into her purse. Beckett gently touched her forearm, getting her attention as he produced a couple coins. "Let me get this. It’s the least I can do for convincing me to go out tonight."

"Thanks, you didn't need to do that!" She double fisted both glasses. “Are you sure you don't want one?"

“Fine," he exasperated exaggeratedly. "YOLO, right?" Picking the smoking shot, he clinked his vial against hers before they both downed the potent beverage. The slim containers dissolved from their hands as he held back a cough from the strength of the libation.

Stepping up to him, she tiptoed to get close to his ear. "That wasn't so bad was it?"

He shook his head, becoming acutely aware of how close she was to him.

"I told you, didn't I? Now, we dance!”

Beckett was almost caught off guard as she draped her arms over his broad shoulders, swaying against him. He had taken a few ballroom lessons growing up at his parents’ insistence, but this type of dancing left him stiff.

Noticing his movements, or lack thereof, Clarette gazed up at him and smiled. "Follow my lead." She turned around, backing into him until there was no space between them.

He let his natural instincts guide him, his body moving innately with hers. She leaned back against his strong chest, gently placing his hands on her hips. She swore she heard him groan while rocking her hips against him and his fingers tightened, bringing her even closer. Burying his nose in her hair, he wasn't sure if he was intoxicated by the smell of her or if it was that damn shot. Whatever it was, he was pretty sure she was being affected too, if her movements were any indication.

They continued dancing in that manner, mirroring the couples surrounding them. He felt himself getting caught up in a haze, mildly aware of how intimate they were acting. Once the realization hit him, he tried to take a step back to create distance between their bodies, only Clarette made sure he wasn't going anywhere.

The strobe lights and fog machines hid the embarrassment coloring his face, but there was no hiding the stiffness in his pants. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on filling his thoughts with the most mundane tasks, willing his body to cooperate with his mind. Instead, her perfume wafted into his senses and there was no denying it; she paused for the briefest of moments, no doubt feeling him pressing into her.

It was impossible for her not to notice how excited he was. Removing his hands from her hips, he was about to excuse himself when she grabbed his hands and placed them back in the same spot as before. She glanced at him over her shoulder, slightly biting her lip with the smallest of smiles.

His breath caught in his throat.

Clarette was definitely grinding against him.

His fingers dug into her hips, involuntarily bringing her closer. The groan that escaped his lips made her shudder as her eyes closed, letting him support her. She didn't know if it was the shot of who knows what or just the exquisite feeling of Beckett, but everything just felt so damn good.

Throwing caution into the wind, she twirled herself around until they were facing each other, her arms around his neck. His arms snaked around her waist, bringing her so close that she was practically riding his leg. Unabashedly rolling her hips forward, she pushed her chest against his, leaving no space between them.

They locked eyes.

"You wanna get out of here?" She asked, her voice laden with desire.

Replying huskily, he nodded. "Yeah, I do."

"Let's go to your suite. You're in a single right? I don't want to be interrupted by Shreya."

How they arrived in his room was a blur, the click of the bedroom door causing both of them to pause momentarily. She glanced at him from under her lashes, lightly licking her lips as his gaze moved from her eyes to her mouth. He cupped her cheek, his thumb rubbing gently, before leaning over and brushing his lips against hers. He pulled back slightly, his eyes opening to gauge her reaction.

Her eyelids fluttered open, her pupils blown wide. Their lips met once more, this time with no hesitation. His hands were seemingly everywhere, first tangled in her thick, dark mane, down to her bottom, then wrapping around her greedily. She pulled him down as they deepened their kiss, her hands roaming over his chest before she clutched at his shirt, displeased that it was in her way.

He was vaguely aware of her unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it to the ground. Instead, he was relishing how it felt to have her in his arms and how soft her lips were. She broke the contact, only to plant her lips elsewhere. She peppered kisses on his jaw, moving downward, tracing the pulse in his neck with the tip of her tongue. He exhaled loudly as she gently bit his chest, before making her way back up until he once again claimed her mouth with his own. It amazed him how her mouth molded to his and how it felt like trails of fire wherever she touched him.

They tumbled onto his bed, their lips in a continued connection as they made out with her on top of him. She straddled his hips, his hands running up the side of her thighs before resting on her ass. Beckett involuntarily rocked upwards, sending shivers down her spine. He carefully flipped them over and Clarette moaned into his mouth, relishing the pressure of his body on hers. She wrapped one long leg around him, drawing him nearer as he felt the smooth skin of her exposed thigh. He settled between her legs, spreading a delicious warmth through her body. Bringing his hand up, he rested it on her covered breast, lightly squeezing it as he sucked on her neck, leaving a mark.

"Beckett... " She whispered breathlessly into his ear. There was nothing that could compare to the high she was currently on.

Beckett stopped his ministrations and gazed at Clarette, whose lids were closed in ecstasy. He shook his head. There was something wrong with all of this. When he looked down at her again, her heavy-lidded eyes were half open, but the hazy glaze over her dilated pupils was unmistakable. Whoever concocted those shots had slipped a wrongly concocted daydream potion into the drinks.

His larger build allowed him to process the substance quicker than Clarette’s petite frame and she was still obviously under the influence. He felt terrible that he was not able to recognize the signs earlier. The hallucinogenic must have been the only reason she would ever end up in this compromising position with him.

He quickly jumped off the bed, raking a shaky hand through his ruffled hair. She gazed at him in confusion as she absentmindedly ran a hand over her chest.

"Why are you over there? Come back here. I'm not anywhere close to being done with you."

Swallowing thickly, he took in the picture laid out before him. This gorgeous woman was in his bed, sheets crinkled under her, begging for him to come back. If he was a lesser man, he would have easily listened to the head below, but he would not be able to live with himself if their first time was like this - especially if he really had a chance with Clarette. Most of all, it was wrong to take advantage of her in an inebriated state.

She pouted when Beckett made no move to return to bed and it took all his willpower not to go to her when her face fell, eyes glassy and lips quivering.

"Am I still not good enough for you? Is that why?" she asked, blinking back tears.

In an instant, he was by her side, embracing her in his arms, stroking her hair.

"No, that's not it at all. If anything, Clarette, you're too good for me," he murmured, before planting a kiss on her head as she burrowed under his chin.

"Then why won't you sleep with me?”

Exhaling slowly, he pondered how to gently turn her down. "Because you're impaired right now. Our drinks were spiked."

She leaned back, eyes wide with shock, all traces of tears gone.

"And more importantly, I want our first time to be special, not some drug induced hookup that we may not remember. Or even worse, regret.''

She beamed. "So there will be a first time?"

"I sure hope so. But I'd like to take you out on a proper date first if you'll allow me."

Blinking a few times, awareness slowly came back to her as she looked at her surroundings, including Beckett, who was still bare chested and holding her. Her eyes widened in horror, looking straight at him. "Oh God, I'm mortified," she blurted out, a hand covering her face.

His expression dropped. Of course she would be mortified being caught with a nerd like him. Making a move to stand to hide his disappointment, she grabbed his hand and pulled him back down.

"Beckett, I'm sorr-"

"It's fine," He replied sharply, the stiff upper lip demeanor returning. "We can pretend nothing happened and go back to before."

Disappointment laced her eyes as she searched his face. "But what about you taking me out on a first date?"

His jaw dropped in surprise. "You still want to go out with me?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Because we were both under a spell."

"What was it about the daydream potion? That an ill concocted one makes you act out a fantasy?"

He nodded.

"Well, I think it's pretty telling that we were acting out a fantasy involving us almost having sex," she grinned sheepishly. "So if the offer still stands..."

His face relaxed into a breathtaking smile. "It most certainly does. Clarette, would you like to go out with me?"

Gleaming, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Yes. And I thought you would never ask."

He chuckled, a blush rising on his face. "We're kind of doing this backwards, aren't we?"

"What, you mean us making out in your room and then you asking me out? Totally normal," a bashful smile crossed her face. "Now come on, walk me back to my room. And put a shirt on, unless you really want to give Penderghast something to talk about.”

[stvlti]

archiving dream journal entries (1/?)

seeing that text post thread about childhood dreams/nightmares inspired me. before this blog was deleted and reincarnated, i actually had some of my more vivid and wtf dreams documented. i’m gonna try and describe as many of them as i can remember.

eta: i couldn’t list them all within this single post because turned out i have a copy of a Really Detailed Description of the first dream, so here’s part 1 of my archive of wacky dreams, i guess.

the jail cell, the matryoshka doll, and the vampire escapee

(oh look what i found from an ancient chatlog - a detailed description of the dream i jotted down whilst it was still fresh in my mind:)

so the opening scene i'm in a prison. yeah. except the interior looks just like an abandoned dilapidated estate building, like those in sham shui po or something. the ones with whitewashed walls turned dirty for the decades of its existence, and there are pipes running along the walls and gutters on the floors. but the floors are plain dark cement, probably also coated with ancient grime and dirt.

anyway, I said prison because there are barred doors separating different rooms. they’re just rustic barred doors, totally not the shiny metal ones you see on somebody’s front door nowadays. I think it was rusty as hell, too. Don’t remember too well.

i don’t know about the others but my cell is like the size of a small storage room. But I guess I’m already luckier because my neighbouring cell is so dark, literally can’t see much inside but a porcelain bathtub/tank in one corner. And there’s like a guy huddled in another corner. Reason why it’s so dark is because that cell doesn’t have ANY source of light, or maybe there was a tiny strip of window high up in the walls. I forgot. But reason for the contrast is because I get a big window that takes up half of the wall that’s facing the outside. Actually it’s not even a window, just an opening. But a big rectangular opening that lets light in, and lets me look at the view outside. The view outside is just like any normal residential area in hongkong. High-rise building here and there, a few trees, and the sky’s moderately sunny, kinda like in spring. But really colourful and PRETTY, compared to the location I was in.

and now, here’s where things start to get weird. So, I said prison, right? It’s not just because of the barred doors. We are literally prisoners tied to the ground. It’s this bizarre metal contraption: a grungy gunmetal-grey box that opens to two halves of the box connected by hinges; inside is a tangle of rusted springs. The springs get tangled up a lot, because they’re supposed to have a shape – some of the loops are supposed to be bigger and protruding, while the others are just regular loops in the spring. Can’t explain it too well, I drew a crappy picture…

(I hope facebook cooperates this time…)

and then, this plastic, somewhat cleaner thing would be placed to one side of the box when the springs are flattened to either side, like in the picture. It looks kinda like my retainer, to be honest. I guess that’s my mind drawing references from daily life?

But yeah, I forgot how the whole contraption ties us to the cell. I’d like to think it doesn’t have to do with us opening our mouths and letting the contraption get tangled up in our teeth and tongues… shudder

But the contraption is stuck in the cell, I just knew that. No visual evidence though.

Now here’s the first shocker: I’m pretty sure one of my neighbouring prisoners is [a guy that went to my secondary school; name redacted for privacy reasons]. I think it was his voice. I remember somebody handing the metal contraption to him so that he could untangle the springs, and I remember him placing the retainer thingy into the box. That’s how I come to know how the thing works.

But then I’m also pretty sure I didn’t have to wear the contraption, much less touch it. Because I remember mine was just sitting in a corner of my cell.

But there wasn’t a warden or anything patrolling around the cells to check on us. Interesting.

And then, suddenly I have this wooden doll to keep me company. It’s not an evil doll; far from it. Its design looks kinda like those Russian dolls in That Green Gentleman (Things Have Changed), but its just one solid block of wood instead of opening up to reveal several layers. But I distinctly remember it has the face of a mother’s. I think to me, in that lonely place, that doll WAS my mother’s incarnation.

I also remember it had a blank face – no expression, and its eyes are just 2 simplistic dots on the face. I think it has a kinda rouged cheek? I don’t remember that too well. But its attire is red, with flashes of yellow and other bright colours painted on its torso and back. And oh, it’s also a slim kind of Russian doll, not the fat kind.

And then somehow, suddenly it’s night, or there’s a storm outside, because my whole room becomes dark too. I remember cradling the doll against my chest (literally), and I was sitting on the floor with my back against the wall so that my front was facing the opening/window. I was kinda in the fetal position, because my knees were raised, my legs were kinda like a slim V folded in half. And my legs were bracketing thin air.

Damn this is hard. [Here.] Except my head is raised, I’m not curled up all the way.

And so I was cradling the doll, and kinda playing with it or something to pass the time, when suddenly it feels like something dark, ominous, unholy, has arrived. There’s this big black shadow washing over everything, on the walls and on the floors. (But I don’t remember feeling any much colder.) Now that I look back it probably was the Devil himself. but yeah, so everything becomes even darker (I think previously there was moonlight to illuminate my cell). And I held the doll tight against my chest with her face facing the neighbouring dark cell. By then that cell was completely pitch black. At one point during the dreadful waiting I was whispering to the doll, something along the lines of “Are you afraid of it?” Because I was kinda hoping the doll could help me keep watch for anything bad that’s coming our way.

And then in the typical jump-cut style of dreams, the waiting is over, and my memory’s a little hazy here. But I remember hearing the Devil’s voice, saying what exactly, I forgot, but he was threatening me nonetheless. And then shit gets really weird here. The Devil says something about my family being in danger, and then…

here comes the plot twist. Oh god, I don’t even know why my brain would insert him into the dream sequence but… Mikey Way. Yeah. He just appeared in the neighbouring dark-as-hell prison cell. facepalm 

the worst thing is, he’s probably the ‘family’ the Devil was talking about. So that makes me, what, Gerard Way?! double facepalm

But that’s not all. When the Devil says Mikey’s in danger, this stranger dude drags Mikey out from the bathtub thing, and he’s covered from head to toe in cuts and bruises. A bloodied mess. I think I only recognised him from his long and lanky arms and legs.

And I remember me screaming out “NO!” or something, but the scream was screeching. And yeah, that’s why I think for a second I might have embodied Gerard there.

I think I also lashed out, trying to reach Mikey. But something stopped me, and he was dragged away again, to the depths of that neighbouring cell.

And then I don’t know what happened. I think the dream does the jump-cut again, because suddenly I am a vampire. I don’t know how that transition worked, to be honest. I suspect I also forgot parts of the dream, but now, at least I don’t recall a scene where I’m being bitten. Thank god, that’d be way too horrible even for me.

But yeah, apparently my mind decides I’m the kind of vampire that can fly, because then I break free of my cell. I jump out of that big opening/window and just swoop out into the skies. But by then it was daytime again. So I’m basically flying through the air under the sun. I think for a moment there was actual euphoria there. I also remember thinking, hah, where’s Superman? I’d be Batman. (GOSH AM I LAME.)

Anyhow, the me in the dream must be pretty stupid, because pretty soon people see me flying and they’re after me. Somehow they all know I’m a vampire. And I start to be chased by the residents of the area, including my friends and family members. (this time they’re my true family, like relatives, cousins, and my parents).

I swoop up and down, crazily, all over the area, I think. And then I just garner too much attention, so I stopped flying like that, and landed in someone’s apartment (it was empty). Then I ran and jumped out of the smaller window that leads into the gap between each estate/apartment block, the skylight/mini courtyard area, the space that’s closed off by the surrounding buildings, but where the people hang their clothes, you know? 

like, in this photo: [broken link redacted]. the bit that’s凹咗入去. 

and here’s the insides of the gap: [x] [x] (broken link replaced by approximations of the concept I’m trying to communicate here)

so yeah, I hide myself in that gap, except the gap space in my dream is more intricate, with twists and turns. I hide myself in one of the turns, so I’m basically levitating. But then some of the good citizens that want to catch me, somehow they’ve gotten in and are climbing in the space gap too, so they’re trying to look for me in the turns, and I try to dodge them. Eventually the person spots me, and I swoosh out of the space before they can catch me, and I fly along the road until I arrive at this motorway bridge, and below the bridge is this straitjacket thing, and somehow, I remember that straitjacket is the same one that was used to bind me before. I don’t remember when that is, but I think at some point in the dream I was bound to a straitjacket and dropped right out of a high-rise building. Oh shit, memory loss. But there was definitely a strong sense of首尾呼應

Anyway, I reached that straitjacket, and I began to bind myself with it because I know there was gonna be no escape, but people didn’t believe that I wasn’t the kind of vampire that’d hurt people, so I decided to give up the chase and just offer myself. Figured if I bound myself I’d be showing that I don’t want to fight, you know.

And then my family relatives + parents arrive, and I think cops arrive or something. And somebody stops me from chaining myself or something, but they won’t let me go either. I think probably my parents pleaded innocent for me. So the cops leave, and the mob leaves, and eventually it’s just my parents and some cousins left under the bridge. And my cousins are standing around chatting, and my mother tries to warm me up (even IRL she’s this radiator in winter) but I tell her no, if I’m really a vampire I shouldn’t be able to feel the cold anyway, and she chuckles. And that’s how the whole dream ends, I think. I think I also walked into the elevator that goes up to my RL apartment, so then I woke up with my mom staring back at me, telling me I’ve overslept, and I tell her I dreamt about me and her going out to the streets already (omitting all the batshit crazy things that happened before I was on the streets, of course).

So it is kind of a happy ending. I mean, it was actually not a polluted city, and under that motorway bridge there’s actually this pond/lake thing, and people are boating in it! Kind of like the Yangshuo kind of boats, you know, the one where the boatmen are standing with a long stick, and the boat is more like a bamboo raft. And the sky was still sunny after the whole thing ended. It was just nice.