last night, the strangest dream: there was a vampire machine at my feet. it looked like a typewriter or a dog. it talked: ok, let’s get on with it, it said.
no, i don’t want to, i said vehemently, no no no.
it looked up at me. it had a comical face. it didn’t need to say anything. i could feel the pressure of its thoughts. just yield, i thought.
then something fell out of its mouth. it was a tooth. i picked it up and it was wrapped in leather. it was a leather tooth. how strange, i thought.
ok, it said impatiently, let’s get on with it.
ok, i said, ( i am still holding the leather tooth). ok. it started to move toward my feet.
i woke up terrified.

from jeanie over at http://brklyngirl.wordpress.com