I slept again and saw the man again, or someone with a similar description. He had me staying in his manor that resembled both a loft and a castle. It was night and posh people were there, sitting around a table, eating and drinking. Then Hell broke loose and at first we were chasing around a couple of attackers and then a thin, goth girl stopped me as I was running down the stairs. It was the kind of staircase you see in old horror movies, that runs around a circular-built, brick wall and has no balustrade. She informed me that the man was a vampire and that the only thing he wanted from me was my youth. She made herself pretty clear and I was convinced of the truth of her statement. As I was about to escape with her the vampires reached us. It was a big scene with people screaming and accusing each-other. We kept running around and then I woke up again. It was dawn and I went back to sleep.
I met the man once more. I was angry at him for trying to take advantage of me, although I did miss his gloomy-classy, vintage-horror, minimal mansion and la-di-da friends. I sat next to him at a round, wooden table and brought my chair rather close. My hair were straight and I had black glasses on. We went on talking about this and that and moved closer to each-other in a careless sort of way. He gave me a small piece of paper and I started drawing doodles on it. Then his father came and sat with his business associates on our table. I was very rude and did not pay any attention to them, only continued drawing doodles. He informed his father that I was a psychiatric patient and therefor anything could be expected from me and all would be justified. I could act regardless of every social convention. I felt like a diva in my sunglasses and long black hair.
Later I was standing by him, as he was sitting on a chaise-longue, talking about the orthography of adjectives and more specifically of the word "platonic" in reference to love. We agreed to go to a party together and he became significantly younger. We walked into a super market and did some shopping. As we were approaching the cashier I remembered that I had forgotten the most important things: beer and snacks. I asked him to wait for me and I would rush and get some. I found the most extraordinary package! It was a long glass tube that rose as a spiral and had multiple cans of different brands of beer inside. Spectacular! I grabbed a couple and as I was walking towards the bakery I saw my mother and sister coming down the stairs. We spoke for a moment as I was picking up buns and my dog came as well. I thought it was very inappropriate for a dog to be at the bakery and pushed her aside. A random girl passed between us. My mother, my sister and I walked to the cashier and found my fellow waiting patiently. When we got out it was night-time again and he sat down at the pavement. I exhibited the package of booze I had discovered and I was very proud about it. It started liquifying in my hands and I put it in my back-pack. My mom had fallen asleep next to a tree and next to her was a custom-designed juice carton. We woke her up and asked her if she had ordered for it but she replied that it was not hers.
We left that place and sat at the top of a small hill that overlooked a part of a city. I think that my mother and sister were still there but probably sitting at a small distance from us. I was sitting on the ground with my legs crossed and next to me was my new friend, that by that point was as young as I am, dressed like a glamorous goth. Next to him was a girl in similar clothes. They were both lying on their tummies and I could see their round and slim buttocks under their skinny trousers. We were talking about old class-mates and friends from the university and my friend T. and Ch., a girl I was never fond of, came up as a subject. He said something silly and I spanked him. The girl laughed and I hit her bum too. Then I accused her of enjoying the incident too much. The sky had the colours of dusk and I woke up.