I dreamed last night that I became a vampire. It turned out that it was more of a setback than an escape from reality into blood-tinted immortality. I wouldn't be charred to ashes from being out in the sun, but would burn badly and would want to avoid it (in the dream I was taking classes in the daytime, so I was going to have to drop out). Also, apparently blood wasn't necessary in great quantities, but was necessary, and most of the vampires I met had jars of it they refrigerated until it got nasty mold on it, but drank it anyway. It was a sideline existence, none of the romantic or kickass trappings of fictional vampirism. Also turns out it was much more highly contagious than I'd thought, more or less communicable by touch, even possibly second hand. That would be one of the main reasons for people who knew they were vampires dropping out of society. When I woke up, I was thinking of the idea of some form of disease that involved light sensitivity and iron deficiency being mistaken for vampirism. The concept of a 'vampire' stuffing him/herself with spinach and other foods high in iron all day in order to avoid blood made me giggle.
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