I remember this dream... it's been at least 8 years since that night, and I can still remember almost everything...The first dream I had that night was the longest.
I'm in the dark, but it's crouded.. it's an arena.. there's a fighting match going on in a boxing/wrestling ring below.. people are cheering, but I can barely hear them.. everyone else is a shilouette, but I'm bright and 'colored in'.. Two-Faceand the Joker (from Batman-the cartoon series) come into the ring, and fight. Two-Face wins.. Now I'm in The Joker's locker room.. He's sitting.. I'm standing in front of him.. he's shocking some guy with electricity.. I tell him how great he is and how I want to be like him.. then I'm back outside.. at the bottom of the arena, looking up.. the entire thing is concrete, and a rusty orange.. a couple people are sitting on the steps.. I see my True Love (no one in particular, I just know I love her) I tell her I will be with her in a minute.. I'm talking to another woman, she's a vampire.. She has a pale face, and little shapes of color on my face.. she invites me to a party.. I say Ok, but I have to see my love.. she says she'll see me there.. I go to the bathroom and wash my face.. I look into the mirror, and there's a big blue diamond on my right cheek.. I'm with my true love.. we make love.. I lie next to her.. and she slowly turns into a snake-a large one, orange.. I say how gross and terrible she is and how I would never want a snake-woman.. as I'm saying this she is shrinking.. finally, she is the size of a worm, and dead.. her family show up, and says that I killed her, and I should feel terrible.. I say I don't care.. she lied to me and they can deal with it themselves.. then I go to the party.. there are all of these female vampires there.. the room is huge, made of the same orange concrete.. the female vampires are there, and they stand so that the tallest (she is huge, 10' tall) is in the middle, and they look like a pyramid, so that the smallest (who are still taller than I am) are on the ends.. I go up to them, and press my hands together and bow.. I say "I'm sorry I am late, but I was unavoidably detained".. then I woke up.
The second is shorter:
I'm the leader of a rebellion. It's nighttime, but everything is washed red. I know I'm being chased, and I run down a street near my home... I can't run anymore, and I'm just in front of a wide pine tree near my house. Then he catches up to me. It's an executioner-a fat, hairy man with no shirt, a black hood over his head, with red eyes, and a HUGE axe in his hands. He picks up the axe and swings once, cutting my legs off at the knee. He sneers down at me, and turns to leave, leaving me on the ground watching him go.
I always think that these dreams are connected, with the same feelings of powerlessness, but I don't know what they mean. I've talked to all sorts of people at my university, even the professor who studies dreams, but no one has been able to give me any information.