You blink, trying to clear your head, looking around in confusion. The street is rife with chaos that is occasionally punctuated by a high pitched scream...and what appear to be little monsters of some kind. One of which is currently trying to bite into your ankle. Wait, what?

You reflexively kick the bugger and casually push him away; it scurries back into the alley in search of easier prey, cookies, and whatever the hell little monsters like to gnaw on these days. You absently note that this dream is turning out to be even stranger than you are used to. About 20 seconds ago, you distinctly recall being stuck at a board meeting and wondering whether one of the attorneys was going to bore you to death. Hey, there's a thought - maybe he actually succeeded and this is some twisted version of purgatory? You hold in an amused chuckle and take another look around. You never believed in any of that religious crap, but all the same, something about your surroundings does strike you as being familiar from some place.

You look around again, a bit slower this time around. The street looks to be something out of a typical suburban neighborhood, and the nighttime air has a very pleasant breeze. Hmm, you've always liked living in Southern California, so it stands to reason you would be dreaming about it. You also spot several spilled over baskets and bags of candy on the ground, the kind you'd have your kids carry around on... Halloween...

Huh. So THAT's why the surroundings seem so familiar! You mentally congratulate yourself on your overactive imagination; it's not every day one can enjoy a hyper-realistic dream about one of the classic TV shows. You just hope you don't get busted for sleeping through the meeting - after all, it doesn't look good for the CFO to be slacking off, even if the presentation is boring as hell.

Speaking of hell... this dream does seem to be getting a tad intense, if those seven vampires approaching you from the alleyway are anything to go by. Then again, this is YOUR dream, so, it's not like they can actually hurt you.

"Unless", you point out to yourself "I really HAVE been transported into Buffyverse, which sounds exactly like the kind of random bullshit thought that can only come to mind when you're asleep or heavily intoxicated." Maybe you should have your secretary discretely look into booking a psych appointment?

Huh, those vamps do actually look quite intimidating up close. But, if the dream is going to get even more fucked up, you figure you may as well have a bit of fun with your subconscious before waking up...