(fa) a dream:

there was a vampire that had killed my whole family, and it was searching all the houses on my street for me. I ran out the back door of my house and started hopping fences, going from backyard to backyard. then I realized that he was stalking me and messing with me, as I noticed more and more fences having been torn down. through one of the gaps in fences, I saw the way up a grassy hill. I ran up the hill and at the top there was this one tree, that was short, but had a wide, circular canopy that I hid underneath. I found Emily there, she was hiding too. we waited there a while, and realized that he was tearing apart the neighborhoods all around us just to draw us out. Emily said, “we could always sing the song of the gypsy tree…” “that’s supposed to really work?” I asked. she told me that when gypsies on the countryside were hiding from nazis, they would seek refuge under these trees and sing a tune that would ward away the nazis. apparently before the war it was sung to keep away supernatural predators. so we began to sing it, and it was the high-pitched tune you can hear in the background of Sam Cooke’s version of Summertime. as I sang the song I was terrified of the sound our voices made, terrified of myself, and yet I felt safe from anything else.