Take Me to the Moon 7.9
Scribbled Note in a Travel Journal owned by Grayson Tesla
I’ve just awoken from the oddest, and most vivid dream. It clings to my senses even after a stiff drink and a cold shower. I am writing it down, hoping the act of doing so will help me shake it off.
The dream started with the lighting of the fireplace in my room by a woman dressed in an ancient, threadbare, alluring gown and ornate hair. Her eyes invited me to her, yet terrified and repelled me, at the same time.
The next thing I remember, another woman — or perhaps, the same one, but in a dreamlike way, suddenly different — bared long, white teeth and hissed at me, an action which, as I write, sounds absurd. And my reaction to her, in the dream, was even more absurd; I hesitate to write this as it makes no sense, but I felt keen lust, as if I would die unless it were fulfilled.
Yet again, she changed, or time passed without my knowledge of it, as it does in dreams. Somehow, I knew, or thought, it was her, but she was a different person.
Her bizarre attacks inexplicably lured me into a state of frenzied desire, like I’ve never felt before.
Then, as we stood in front of a mirror, she entered my mind.
Upon awaking, I tried to regain my normal demeanor but so far, remain shaken.
I have decided to record the events that happened when I arrived here, in hopes that the recitation of the mundane will shatter this cloying dream.
Although I had been informed that the Count Vladistraus had recently died, it was he who met me at the front door. Or perhaps in her invitation to me, my host, Ms. Morai, meant to allude to a different Count.
Upon meeting Count Vladistraus, his gaunt visage and stiff demeanor seemed to belie a powerful will.
And this is so odd- where did I get that sense from, of his will? I feel that I can no longer trust my mind, which has always served me well. My mind seems overtaken with fantasy and delusion, and it’s thoughts are no longer familiar to me.
He welcomed me in, stressing that I need enter of my own free will. Then the count showed me to a dining hall laid with a small, but filling supper of stew and bread. As I began to eat, I realized my host had left me.
After dinner, I waited for what seemed a long time in the dining hall, but when no one returned, I ventured to find the Count.
As I located him in an upper room, pondering a chess board, he indicated that he would show me to room shortly, however, he did not invite me to play.
After recording the events of last night’s arrival, I realize, that the Count is most likely a social recluse, and his rusty manners, as well as the new location, threw me off and produced such an vivid and distressing dream.
- Grayson’s not in San Myshuno anymore! For those readers who haven’t played around with the Sims 4 vampires, Absinthe has the highest level of the alluring vampire power and that’s what produces the pink aura. She had Grayson in quite a trance. I really love the effect that vampires have no reflection, it looks really amazing.