made for tv dreams

I dream, a lot. My spouse says he rarely dreams, and when he does, it’s usually nightmares. Unpack that one, Dr. Phil. Anyway, I dream, and usually when I wake up, I’ll remember bits. Sometimes, I’ll remember a lot and those dreams stay with me for quite a while.  Last night was one of those dreams.   Last night’s dream was like some pitiful excerpt from The Vampire Diaries. I was like a vampire, and so was my son and daughter. We were supposed to be rounding up people but we dodged the assignment and avoided everyone and everything.  Each of us were doing different things in my dream and we only connected together at the end of the evening. The bad guy was my step-father and we all avoided him as much as possible.  In my dream, this step-father was not someone I knew. Throughout the day, I would think about this dream because it seemed so random. I don’t always have family members in my dreams. And many times, when I dream, I am not myself, but someone else. And when there are animals, they can talk.  But I think the reason the dream was so strange is I took an Advil PM because I had slightly twisted my back and was having a hard time falling asleep. So I blame the odd storyline on the pain reliever. My back is fine, but maybe I should turn my dream into a short story.