It feels like we are some sort of criminal underworld, because we are armed to the teeth
It feels like I'm protecting her from some group of people who want to kill her
Though she seems more than capable of protecting herself, I feel I am far more than just capable
I make her go behind me as we enter doorways in case there are people waiting to ambush us
A woman fires at us as we enter a halfway. I return fire and throw a grenade over a small wall into the room where she is hiding
It moves to another time and place
The Police are arming themselves outside
We are arming ourselves right next to them
The Police ignore us even though we are not with them
I get the feeling like, the Police know it's better just let us do our thing and not get on our bad side
It feels kinda like we are immortals and the Police couldn't do anything to us even if they wanted to, so we get aeay with doing what we want
It feels like the people who are coming after the woman I'm with are also immortals, as is the woman herself
Though they feel to me to be only young. Virtual children compared to me
The Police seem to be arming up to go after the immortal groups inside the building that are after us
I call out to the ones who are hunting us inside the building, to warn them
"I'm sure you've heard my reputation. You know that I'm going to do to you"
One of the men inside the building answers, laughing, mocking me, saying that the stories are nothing but stories
"I'm not talking about the fairy tales. I mean the stories of/about Vlad"
They go very quiet. Not a sound
I think they suddenly understand how serious I am and how much trouble that are in
They didn't know or expect to be up against Vlad
I got the sense they didn't even realise I still existed
I also get the sense that I shouldn't be exposing my identity to them, especially in front of the Police ...
But it needed to taken happen
They needed to know exactly how much trouble they were/are in and what I was going to do to them
And they knew
The fact they went quiet told me that they knew exactly who I was and how much trouble they were in
Vlad the Impaler wasn't my preferred title, in fact it felt as though I hated it. But it did serve it's purpose in times such as this
Though I would not ever refer to myself as "the impaler" only ever as Vlad, I do like the reputation that proceeds me with the name. The fact I did not need to add the end. I only needed call myself Vlad and the rest was silently unspoken and carried with it just as much weight as if I'd used the entire title
I did not like the title because it was not who I am. But in circumstances such as this, I did love the understanding that came with the reputation, when I introduced myself as Vlad
Even though I didn't like title and would never say it. I didn't need to say it. They knew exactly who I was and what I was going to/will do to them
But to emphasise the point I said to them loud and clear, so there could be no mistake ...
"I AM GOING TO ... FUCK ... YOU ... UP"
From how I felt in the dream, I wasn't just using the name and title, I was THE Vlad
I'm not sure how that's possible considering we were in modern days of guns, grenades and police, but I was him and he was me
This is why I assume I and the others in the dream were/are immortals
Though it doesn't seem to mean we are invulnerable. Because I was more than confident I was going to kill all the others, besides the woman I was with, with impunity
I saw a dinner taking place in a fancy restaurant after this. I think it was in Russia, Estonia, Romania or some place similar, by the accents and people
These people didn't seem to understand who Vlad was/is
It seems the Police who were present when I announced who I was, passed on the information so that now most of the general public knows about it
Some kids are asking their parents who Vlad is and getting no real answer or results in the search, because they don't know what they are looking for
There is a group of men who seem like Oligarchy or some sort of Russian mob sitting at one table next to the (seemingly rich) family
They seem to me like Russian mob or something similar because when they lean back over to the families table to answer the kids question about Vlad, the parents seem very uncomfortable, to the point of scared
It feels like even though they don't want the men talking with their children, they don't dare interfere or tell them not to
They give the men their phone when asked so they can look up "Vlad the Impaler" online to show the kids and answer their question about who he is
Their parent (I think it's actual their aunty here, because there are three or four 'parents') seems so freaked out that they actually get the combination to unlock the phone wrong because they are rushing to do what they are told and put the code on the phone
The thing that seems strange here to me, it's the level of unspoken respect between the two groups
Though the family is scared to be interacting with the Russian mobster types, they aren't are all worried about dining next to them
It feels as though they know the mobsters won't hurt them or trouble them, as long as they are respectful
They seem more frightened of being given attention/focus by the men, than what the men might do to them
They seem to know they won't do anything to harm them
It's a fearful respect rather than a respectful fear
And the men seem to have a similar understanding about the family. The man who asks for a phone to look up Vlad The Impaler for the kids, knows that they are nervous to be interacting with them and doesn't take any pleasure in it
When the woman fumbles with the code to unlock the phone, the man is respectful and patient, because he understands exactly how he makes them feel
The men do not seem to enjoy or feed off the fear of the others, in fact they handle it perfectly. Exactly how I would handle it. They are patient and a little more gentler and kinder to put them at ease
It's an amazing understanding between the two really
I think it's why the family has no problem eating next to them with their children, even though they are nervous to interact with them
The respect is something unspoken, yet phenomenal from both sides, because it's equal. Even though it should, by all accounts, not be
The man searches for "Vlad The Impaler" on the phones internet browser, then hands the phone to the kid who asked about Vlad, so he can read about it
Then they all return to their dinner
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