Explanation; When I've been watching something too long or too much it leaves a impression on my subconscious. The following contents are all real dreams. That is assuming I have more to make multiple chapters. I posses no power over my subconscious whatsoever, meaning; inaccuracies, Alternate Universes, and sheer randomness should be accepted and expected when reading this fic.

And yes I did write a fic like this before but that was the LOTR version, this is Final Fantasy-esk.

Disclaimer; I own absolutely nothing.

I was in the video arcade. (Which makes sense because earlier that evening I actually went with my father). There was a new video game, which was an odd occurrence; it being such an outdated arcade. I walked over to said game and noticed it was constructed as a shooting style, complete with anugly plastic gun.It was the new Dirge of Cerberus game. Iplayed as Vincent for about two minutes, and then the gun became real and shot the screen. This released Vincent from the evil monitor (of course, duh!).

He walked out defensively and held his gun up looking about with a high level of suspicion to his surroundings. He continued walking and I followed him for about eight paces when he turned around and said "I want to show you something." And then he poked me in the eyes with his metal fingers. I clutched my face but the pain didn't come.

When I finally opened my eyes I was surprised that I could still see. The really shocking part wasn't that I could see but rather how I could see. He had actually put contacts on that made me see Vampire Style. (don't ask how I know… you just know these things when you're dreaming them.) It was a lot like normal vision but everything was a blurry grey, black and white. The camera of my brain panned out to show my eyes, the contacts made them look grey with black rims and white pupils.

Vincent continued walking and I followed him out into an alley to shoot some stuff. Then I woke up before we killed anything. (bummer!)

Short, weird and somehow not my fault! Yay!