This is the longest most sequential dream I’ve ever been able to recall after waking up. I’m jotting it all down now in hopes more will come to me later.

I was at work, talked to a female boss then John W. came to talk to her about a female engineer. Everyone left the office to find all of our license plates had been stolen. This parking lot was not our current parking lot. I rode my motorcycle that day and my wheels were stolen also. I told someone to call the police. They came and said they had a good idea who did it.

I needed a ride home and a guy (blond middle aged?) with an older white truck offered me a ride. I decided to have him take me to my sister’s cuz I had a feeling I didn’t want him to know where I lived. While I was trying to put my purple jacket into my laptop bag he was bumbling and stumbling trying to tell me how he liked me but obviously trying to hide how MUCH he liked me. When we left the parking lot it was as if we were in Newcastle based on the streets. He tried to put his arm around me and then was joking how I didn’t want people to see me in his Nascar truck and that was why I wanted him to take me to my sister’s.

Next I am at some club or party and it’s real dark. I am with a black guy and he is trying to figure out who stole our stuff. Everyone we are sitting with is from a dangerous group of people. I’m laying back pretending to drift in and out and soon they are ignoring me altogether. They guy leaves the room and I realize they are planning to set him up with some bad drugs. The girls are standing up and moving around, one of them talks to me and takes my hands. Her hand is soft, warm and small. The guy never comes back and they are taking me to some fucked up party at a house. Whoever is in charge of this large group has some serious pull apparently as this is some crazy exclusive party. We arrive at the house and a big production is made about taking us down to this private room in the basement. I remember going by a crowd of people partying upstairs. The deeper we go down into the house basement, the more scared I am getting as I am alone with all this dangerous people. As we are going up some stairs the girl in front of me suddenly stopped at a closed door. Everyone in front of us seemed to pass through the door or something but we couldn’t. We started working our way back out past this long line of people. We got outside and people were scattered in this dark open parking lot with very few cars given the number of people in that house. I was walking next to a girl and before my eyes she replicated herself but the second version of her was transparent. For some reason this meant she was a vampire and it started happening all around me but they weren’t bothering me. I shouted to anyone who cared, they are replicating! They’re vampires!! A couple guys were getting into a truck, non vampires and they told me to hurry up and get in with them. In typical slow motion dream speed I struggled to get into the cab of their large white truck even though no one was in pursuit of me. It was like a work truck from the power company you know?

Next I was at a house with a blond girl, Christy maybe? We were in her bed and she was sort of laughing about the whole thing and about the power of ‘Christy’. Then as if he were in the room the whole time, one of the guys came up to the bed and got in with us. The whole atmosphere of this part of the dream was very sexual like we had been having sex or were about to.

Both trucks were white and the house was white and the woman who owned the house was dressed in white. I don’t remember any other colors.