Last night I was thrust into a terrifying nightmare.
I dreamt that we learnt in school that vampires were actually real. They even had me kill one as a practice. I remember being afraid, but I did it. I was telling a friend this, and he didn't really seem to care, oddly. I remember dreading going to sleep, knowing that vampires were real. I remember wondering also if any vampires were good, thinking that perhaps they were only evil because of anger at their fate and condition.
Then, a man that works for me sometimes apparantly had a brother, and this brother was a vampire. This vampire looked exactly like his human brother, except for his sideburns, which hung down to his waist.
I vaguely remember fleeing or chasing through a city on foot, but I have no idea as to where that fit in.
This vampire proceeded to capture a great number of people, and was holding them against their wills in the shells of very aged cars. These cars were really only the body of the car, and we were suspended by ropes or similar, not touching the shells. He has stacked these car-shells into a massive, hollow dome shape, and we could see each other and the ground below us.
We watched him helplessly as he talked to people that weren't captured, and I remember throwing a heavy iron bar at him and watching as it missed entirely. He looked at me, and I could see the whites of his eyes. Then he smiled. Not an evil smile, more friendly, but it seemed to me that as soon as the people he was talking to left, I would be punished. I don't remember anything after that.
The entire time, I was terrified, and not reasonless. What does it mean?