I saw a woman who I knew to be myself. Her hair was
long and blond, her eyes green. She was slender, long limbed, and wore
a hat, scarf, sunglasses, turtle-neck, cardigan and a pair of khakis. She
stood in a hazy brown area, which must have been indoors. The period was
modern, but not current. I'm guessing 1970's. I then saw the same woman
sitting at a long dinner table with her husband. They were dressed in formal
clothing, and his hair was long, and brown, tied back in a ribbon. Hers
was half swept up, and trailed down her back in elegant rag curls.
A man came in and sat down with them. He had cropped
white hair, and looked to be no older than thirty. "Your woman is very
beautiful" he commented.
The man looked at the woman, and said, "I love my
wife very much." I saw through the woman's eyes, and the white haired man
made disturbing eye contact. My husband went to pick up his wine, and I
knocked it over. The white haired man looked irate. I heard in my mind
a voice which I knew was his, saying,
"The wine is poisoned"
There was a confusing flurry of motion, and
he jumped on my husband. Though the white-haired man was smaller, he quickly
overpowered his prey. I watched, as if I was not even there, as he stabbed
him, and cut his face apart until there was nothing left but shreds and
blood. My husband did not react. He simply lay there like a rag doll as
bits of him were cut away, and the entire process of dismemberment passed
in what seemed to be a matter of seconds.
The white-haired man walked over
to me, with my husband's blood still on his hands and pinned me against
the wall. I screamed, (though I heard no sound) and kicked, but he simply
held his hand at my throat. Blackness moved like a fog across my vision,
and then I was on the floor. I couldn't move. He lay on top of me, and
though I didn't see fangs, I knew they were there, and all became a blur
as he bit my neck.