Voices

Thanks to <PERSON>'s avatar I had a lucid dream with Blade in it. It was a chilly and rainy night and I was walking through the streets of an unfamiliar city. I sensed eyes watching me, all around me...some sort of creatures lurking in the darkness. They were making horrible moaning sounds and reminded me of the creatures that come to take the bad guys away in the movie <PERSON>. I begin to feel panicky and at this point realize that I must be dreaming. But before I can do anything to change the dream scene, I see a headlight and hear a vehicle skid to a halt in front of me. The dark creatures slink back into the shadows, and I see a motorcycle that looks a lot like <PERSON> surrounded in a cloud of smoke and misty vapor. As the mist clears I see a man dressed in all black. Blade. My curiosity peaks, and I decide to let the dream play out instead of attempting to control anything. He speaks in a deep, soothing, yet frosty monotone voice, "Are you hurt" "...no" "Then get on." I climb onto the back of the bike and wrap my arms around his waist, noticing how incredibly hard his body is as my fingers move over his chiseled abs. But before I could barely register this strong attraction, he does a burn out spinning the bike around and we speed off through a cloud of smoke. I tighten my hold around him as we speed through the city streets and out onto a more suburban sort of landscape with lots of trees and houses. I tilt my head back and look up at the dark sky full of clouds tinged with the faintest reddish orange glow around the edges, leftover from sunset...drinking in the chilly air as it whips the hair around my face...just relishing the moment and enjoying being lucid...allowing the dream to have me instead of me trying to have the dream. I lean closer to him and rest my head against his back. <URL> Suddenly I realize that I recognize the neighborhood we are in...and he stops just outside my house. <PERSON> house. Why were we here. I looked fearfully at the large and beautiful house, with the perfectly manicured landscape. "But there is something evil in there," I said to him, not wanting to let go. "I do not know where it came from or why it is there. I loved living there." I could hear a desperate and apologetic pleading in my own voice. "That is why I am here." he replied coolly. "Who are you?" I asked. No response. He puts the kickstand down and turns the bike off. I have no choice. I let go and climb off the bike, still looking at the house, frightened of what I might see. He walks confidently and purposefully in front of me and we enter the house. I glance toward the master bedroom, but realize that...no...now is not the right time. We walk across the spacious living room with high vaulted ceilings and windows casting light and shadows upon the now empty house. I stop at the top of the stairs leading down to the basement floor level. He notices my apprehension and looks me in the eye questioningly. "It is...down there," I tell him. He walks down the stairs and, upon reaching the bottom looks back up at me. "I will be right back...I promise." I think to myself, "no, you will not." I wake up feeling very confused.