Dreamt that Ron and I were in a lavish old-fashioned opera house, looked like France or New Orleans. There were many levels, chandeliers, and red and gold patterned wall paper. There was a woman and her grown daughter who looked to be straight out of The Roaring Twenties. Both had short dark bobbed haircuts as did I. The woman was raving over me and insisted I put on a red beaded dress that resembled Rose's in Titanic. There seemed to be a crowded party going on: men with slicked back hair in tuxes. Something didn't seem quite right, and I was suspicious of the woman. I was around a corner when I heard her say my dress would ignite with the slightest cue, so I ditched the dress. Now, I was after the woman, her daughter, and others who were actually vampires or something rather like it. I was picking them off, one at a time, when I woke.
