|Current music:||lorelei - cocteau twins|
I had a dream of blackened flowers
while I slept through all morn hours
I was lying atop of Anne Wittshare
we might have been having sex, I'm not sure
I dreamt about her. I never dream about her.
There was blood. A large, lake-like ocean of blood surrounding us and engulfing her body as it rose like high tide against her china white skin.
Leviathan screamed after she was engulfed, and I woke. That's all I remember.
I don't wont to dream of her again. I would rather death take me, or that I meet up with a vampire sometime soon. I would have asked Professor Ravenclaw specific details about the Blood Wizards, but he did not come back. Pehraps he is dead.