I was at a women's prison for supervillains. The prison was being run by an angel. It soon became apparent that the angel was using it not just as a prison, but as a collecting and training ground of warriors against an extradimensional threat. The threat finally revealed itself as a vampire-like creature that could absorb the powers of whomever it consumed.
Me and my female supervillain buddy (possibly sister?) fled through the levels and hallways of the prison as our fellow prisoners fought the vampire and were defeated one by one. Eventually, a cadre of male supervillains (or heroes?) came to our aid, and we defeated the vampire and were all set free. Well, those of us who were still alive.
I almost don't want to write this. It woke me up very early in the morning, and I had to spend an hour or so reading or doing other things in order to get my brain on other tracks before I could go back to sleep. I really wanted to put it out of my mind.
But what the hell. I'm keeping this diary for sources of inspiration, and it may be that someday I'm called on to write a particularly heinous serial killer or something.
If you are one of my friends or family who reads this blog out of a sense of obligation to me, do not by any means feel obliged to follow under the cut. It's gross, seriously.
What's strange about this dream is that it wasn't a nightmare in the sense of being accompanied by strong emotional surges of fear or disgust/horror in the way you would normally expect of a nightmare. The imagery just got more and more disturbing until my brain basically decided "okay this is getting ridiculous" and pulled me out of it. Seriously, subconscious, where the fuck are you getting this.