Day: August 30, 2025

The other night a vampire snuck into one of
my lucid dreams that I don’t have often, and
I swear this is true.

Though the dream was hazy, one thing I knew
it was killed or be killed, and I surprisingly and
thankfully had a sword.

The vampire kept coming at me and I kept
slicing him to pieces, but he wouldn’t die.

Finally somehow I came up with a solution,
cut off his head.

With a quick and mighty swing of the sword,
I severed his grotesque, fanged head from
what remained of his body and finally the
battle was won, the menacing vampire at
last totally, irrevocably dead.

And I woke up feeling like an heroic Helsing
who had won a fight for my life in a lucid but
real lifelike dream world.

But I wondered if the night after my
dreamscape victory, the vampire would
rise from the dead and with a vengeance
try to attack me again, but fortune was with
me and the undead stayed dead.

As I thought about my victory against a
formidable creature of the night that
can mesmerize his victims with ease,
I wondered if like a talisman the wooden
cross that hangs around my neck even
in sleep gave me added protection and
assured my near impossible victory.

Of course I’m wandering into a fictional
scenario, but the dream felt incredibly real,
and I hope I never see another vampire
in a dream again.

Bob Boyd

She’s beautiful and homeless living in
tents along a beach. She looks and is
built like a fashion model, but her mind
just isn’t quite right.

Some probably write her off as crazy.
I see her as a human being who got
a bad break from birth or later in life
when she stricken with mental illness
for the rest of her life.

She’s an example of the many people
suffering mental health fates,
wandering erratically through life.

Most can live normal lives with meds
and therapy, some have been quite
successful and led inspiring lives.

But she is one of the ones who cannot,
and it is heartbreaking that so many
people in this world have to go through
mental health mazes for reasons unclear.

My hope is that when they pass away
they’ll be fixed and okay and have
some kind of compensation for the
trials they endured when they lived
trying and unfairly disconnected lives.

Bob Boyd

Robotic women becoming more advanced,
closer to lifelike, closer to passable girlfriends.
But not close enough yet, and for most men
the best completely unaffordable at 175k.
And even if I won a lottery for a million or
more, I wouldn’t pay that 175k for a not
close enough to a real woman robot.
When they make them like the replicants
in the movie Blade Runner, then they’ll
be indistinguishable from real woman and
maybe eventually at affordable prices.
When that day comes, I would buy one,
but odds are by then I’ll be dead and
won’t have any needs for robotic or
genuine flesh and blood women.
And for me, that will be a godsent relief.

Bob Boyd