I hate my dreams, but I usually enjoy them. I hate them because when I feel like I'm done with trying to find love, and I feel like I would prefer to be on my own, they show me how good love can feel. Last night was a bit more unusual than the normal dreams I have like that.

The dream, though I barely remember much of it, started in some Japanese style coastal village. I know it started this way, though I don't remember it. There was some sort of festival going on. Beyond that, all I really remember is the very end of the dream. Apparently I had spent the entire day with a girl who turned out to be a vampire. She had a cute, plump face and big red lips. Her hair was black, and braided in two long pigtails. She was wearing a green festive kimono, I think. The dream ended with me asking her if I could stay with her (she said she must go as she was shutting a door or gate before me). With tears in her eyes, she told me that I couldn't. In a flash, I knew that she was cursed to never have lasting love. I saw glimpses of people she'd spent but a day with over her cursed existence. Before I could even cry out her name, I was back where the dream started. Walking on a beach on the outskirts of the village. Sounds of the festival's opening ceremonies rising up from the village.

I have but a faint idea of what her name was. I think it was "Irinia."

I woke up feeling sad for her, and for myself, as that wound will keeps being reopened, just when I thought it had healed.