Last night I dreamt that everyone was turning into zombies and when I was finally bit and starting to change, some vampires busted into the house and realized they were too late to eat off the humans. I remember the feeling I had of first being terrified but then grateful when they noticed I hadn’t had the change overtake me yet and they offered me the option to become a vampire or die a zombie. I chose vampire. But I was hesitant because the male vampire was not attractive to me, despite how much his women were worshiping him.
It was clear that I was supposed to find him attractive and that most likely I would have to “be” with him once turned, but I found him greasy and scrawny. But in order to survive I pretended to find him attractive and enjoyed my superhuman abilities once turned. I proceeded to fight off the zombies for the remaining humans and hid the fact as best I could that I was a vampire, all with plans to be a virtuous vampire and ditch my greasy sire.
