I felt like I was
describing some immortal being
that could not be
killed...
but the truth was
I didn't have the stomach for it...
or the courage....
Though I dreamed
of some modern day
Van Helsing or vampire slayer -
driving a wooden stake
through his heart,
maybe a relative,
lover, or friend
of one of his victims...
actually, to be honest,
more often than not,
in my dream
a sniper's bullet
would be all that
was needed -
decapitation would work fine!
Just one bullet
would be all that
was needed.
I thought at one time,
I could be part of those
who would stop him...
We'd come as one big group
and find him,
in the daylight
and expose him -
and ultimately detsroy
the demon.
But that never happened.
I often wondered
how other victims
cope today,
I suppose they also
have the occasional nightmares.
I dare not even contact them,
afraid it would just
bring back memories...
It's better to just
hope, dream, imagine, visualize...
those things that represent their well-being
and my own.