Since this is a dream that I am writing about, let me provide some context. The Germans were devastating in our history books. They razed countless cities, made many people homeless, terrified, and estranged from the rest of the world. The memories I had dreamed of were, as far as I could tell, real. It’s nearly impossible to truly tell who’s memories I had invaded, but my dream was something much more terrifying to me. Vampire’s among humans are still widely unknown, even now, I know next to nothing about them, except how they came into power. But whatever caused me to have that dream must be a cause from vampires, or something. But, the dream took hold of my mind rather than figuring out why I was having it. Big Ben was left in dust after the Germans had dropped a nuke onto London. The symbol flying across the sky as everyone either was buried in rubble, or turned to ash from the devastation. The history books from that time, other than the Vampire’s copies, were burned as well. The nations had banded together in order to try and bring this tyrannical government down, but with the bombs, they were more worried about their own homelands rather than everyone else. Governments decided to act separately, making their own weapons of mass destruction. It helped keep their lands free from the effects of the bombs, but the more of the weaker countries fell, the stronger the Germans became. The more people they had, and used as fodder to wreak more havoc. Vampires were in the war effort as well to stop this plague, but they were worried that too much involvement would mean their early exposure. The Germans had already found some Vampire cities and wiped them out after they did experiments on them, but they still didn’t understand the creatures. Days blurred together, eventually becoming months, then years. The dream spiralling down into the devastation, the terrors of the mind, and the brutality of human innovation. While the terrors seemed to never end in this nightmare, there was a ray of hope. Just a few years after London was destroyed, The Americans developed their own nuke that was much deadlier than the German’s. They saw no use in waiting to use it since this war was almost at a crossroads for the worst. It was either surrender, or be bombed. With the new weapon, America developed a number of these, the exact number lost to history, but they didn’t use them sparingly. The Havoc the Germans inflicted was sent back at them. Multiple cities with one explosion wiped off the face of the Earth. Historic Landmarks, ruined by years of warfare, now piles of rubble. Camps used to treat people as slaves… Only housing the scorch marks of victims. The war ended quickly with most of Germany’s forts wiped out, along with its leadership. It was 1954 when this war ended. And the Vampires would soon make themselves known to the world, but that would happen later down the line as they were too weak to start an uprising of a similar magnitude to the war. As the dream ends, I do not wake up. I am enveloped in darkness, yet it feels so blinding that I cannot even open my eyes. I try to reach my hands up to shield my eyes from the light, but the only thing I feel instead, is a cold metal object in my hand, with a button on the front of it. I opened my eyes and see that I’m no longer in Europe during the war, but in an office. I sat in a chair facing a window, the new rising sun burning ever brighter in the distance. It’s a new era. Much more advanced than the 1940s and 1950s. It was the dawn of a new millenia. The early 2000s. I sat in front of a window looking out at a beautifully mowed lawn, accompanied by decadent trees, and a horde of protesters shouting for various different things, but the most common thing I could hear being shouted was “End the oppression!” It was rather jarring to hear in all honesty. Then, a flood of other memories came rushing in, giving context to the situation. Vampires had just made themselves known, and accused the multitude of governments around the world that they used them for financial and military goals. People around the world came up in arms to protect this minority group, trying to “end the oppression” and “let their voices be heard.” The governments around the world tried to calm the fire and give the truth, but nobody listened to the voice of their leaders. For all the people knew, their leaders were lying about this as well. Something the Vampires brought up was the war with the Germans, how they were “Used as pawns to draw in the enemy and strike, bombing the entire area, not caring for survivors.” Of course leaders denied these outrageous claims, but the final nail in government trust was when New Germany spoke up about this, figuratively, by releasing sealed files that spoke of a subspecies of humans that feast on the blood of the living. The experiments conducted on this subspecies, and the results of the testing. Along with damning evidence that depicted camps and cities bombed to bedrock where these Vampires supposedly lived. Governments were in an outrage for this act of mistrust from the Germans, but the people were convinced. One by one, governments were overthrown, Vampires were given rights above everyone else for the crimes and atrocities they were victims of. Then the unthinkable happened to the people. They were treated like cattle. Treated like vermin by the Vampires as a new empire arose. One that would reshape the planet for centuries to come. With the arrival of Vampires, it took thirty years for them to take control. Took another five to take power. They built their numbers for decades to bring the advantage to their side. And in the end, it was naivety that brought the end of the human era. Vampires were on top. Then the dream ends with the same lawn covered in tents, littered with trash and people, without a drop of hope in sight. Then blackness befell me once again. It took longer to see anything so I took this time to ponder what I’ve seen. A devastating war, followed by fifty years of peace, then followed by more “war,” one that wasn’t fought with physical weapons. Why was I seeing these dreams? And who were the people that these dreams came from? Who are they to me? Answers never came. Only silence, and darkness. Then a dim light flickered and rose to be brighter, rising off of the floor and into the sky, or rather, the ceiling. I was in a much more decrepit looking building this time, looking more like the first dream with Big Ben and how it was about to fall down. The building was vast, much larger than the office I was in. But I wasn’t feeling anguish, or fear, or even joy. I was feeling… Bored. I sat in an opulent chair that fared much better than the building. Whoever this memory belonged to had an ego. Unlike the last dream, only one more memory came to me for context. It was one of boredom, but it told me the year, where and who I was. The year was 3742, and the memory of who this belonged to was Christopher Masters. A Vampire. It was nearly exactly one thousand seven hundred and forty years after the second dream, yet things looked worse. Far worse. I was obviously not born yet, let alone my great great great great great grandfather, but the last name of masters rang a bell. I wasn’t sure why, but The dream continued on, a dreadful sense of boredom continuing. But footsteps rang out in front of Christopher, hurried footsteps. Christopher sat up straight, trying to look menacing, up until he saw another Vampire. Then he got excited. He had hopes that there would be a fight for this land, but those hopes were dashed when he saw a paper in the visitor’s hands. He snatched it from the visitor and opened it, slowly reading before smiling again. He threw the paper aside and asked “Should we do it here? Or find somewhere that doesn’t matter?” A voice spoke, but I couldn’t hear it. I couldn’t even see the face of the speaker, or the visitor. All I saw after that was the sky colored red. Christopher reached up and felt blood on his forehead, assuming blood was in his eyes as well. He tried to get up but was stopped. Permanently. Nothingness took me once again, but this time, after what felt like forever, until I woke up. No more dreams. It was the real me this time. And, I was going to be late for school. Again.

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