the specifics i remember are that i was a 6000 year old vampire avoiding some important, ancient vampiric obligation and had chosen to hide away with mortals (in this case fakegaf). the dream began with jobbs and lilli in a room working on a first person exploration game, demo plugged into big old crt television. i was giving it a try (it was c00l) and then left to go make food in the kitchen and chat to trab, until i heard vazra scream. the house shook, windows smashed, and i became intensely disorientated by noise and disrupted visual stimuli as the house flooded with a blackgrey haze not unlike the density of a swarm of insects, coupled with a piercing digital buzz. after the hazz settled the entire house was mega fucked up and everyone was gone. lilli and jobb's game project had transformed the crt television into a deep black open void gateaway, so I journeyed in.
the rest of the dream was basically a dungeon crawler as i explored floors of the voidworld (boringly made up of medieval architecture and stone of which surfaces were perpetually wet, like drenched in rain, despite there being no rain). i eventually found you all but it was too late; your mortal bodies had been merged into a wall of "living mural", combined with other mortals, as part of some grand vampire art piece.
then i woke up and now i need a coffee
the sleeping arrangements were not explored but you're welcome to bunk up
i hear if you say vazra's name three times he appears under your sheets
