Nightmares

The combination of touring castles, sleeping in strange places and having weird sleep patterns has proven to be a bad mix. In Doolin I had 2 strange dreams that I could remember.
In one of them my best friend was very angry with me and wouldn't speak to me again. I woke up so depressed it took half the morning to shake the feeling. Dreams that are very realistic and vivid are hard to clear from the consciousness. I wanted badly to call him and check to see if everything was alright. At Coe I can talk pretty much find my friends when I need them. I feel so helpless, unable to hug or talk to my friends at free will. Email leaves much wanting.

My dream last night was very evil. I think it came from seeing the preview to 'The Omen' before I went to bed this morning. Erin, Anna and I were touring a town/castle with Rob and a few other faceless people. We were intrigued by the city's beauty and hospitality. An older couple welcomed us into their home and we accepted. As our weekend processed, we began noticing strange things around us, oddly demonic and disturbing. We were having such a nice time in their home, so we dismissed this feeling.
Eventually, as a few of my friends were 'touched' by these beings they turned into the monsters themselves. You could tell someone had been touched only after death by a strange crimson sunburst pattern on their skin. The false appearance faded and we began seeing things how they were. The town began decaying before our eyes and our hosts had blood red glowing eyes and looked very dead.
After I had been grabbed by one of these things, I was fortunate to wash with Purell alcohol gel which must have delayed the effect. The few of us surviving jumped into my run down car and tried to escape through hundreds of these zombie things blocking the road. Their red eyes peered through the windows and shriveled hands grasped the car doors and windows. I hit the gas and barely made it out.
In the next village we stopped at a pub and told the villagers what had happened. They told us the local myths surrounding the deserted town. Supposedly a odd visitor had come to that village and seduced the people into joining his strange cult. The town had slowly died away and no one dared to enter it again.