I saw Jesus last night.
In my dreams, dolt. Here’s the snippets I remember:
The new house had an attic which was huge and spacious and even had a second finished room with a fireplace. There was a rocking chair with an old lady’s lacy shawl (which was a kind of dark rose color). I knew there was an old lady who had lived in this room, and wondered how she’d gotten up and down, since there was no ladder and no bathroom in the attic space.
I was a vampire in a society of vampires working to bring back the old ones. I somehow found Jesus, hanging in a tree which he was, not surprisingly, nailed to. He looked like a refugee from the 1960’s, but that’s neither here nor there. I suspect the tree had sprouted from the original cross, but again, that wasn’t super-important to the story of the dream.
What was important was that I found him, and knew I needed to jealously guard him against the others, because he was weak and could be used by them for whatever purpose. Jesus did not really know he was a vampire, either– he was kind of clueless in that regard.
I took him back to the house and kind of protected him from being touched by the others by just shielding him with my hands (he was very small and weak). We went to another house, where there were robes outside, crumpled on the ground. They were the robes (blue and green and red, but the red was missing) of the female rabbis who lived inside. Jesus told me that no self-respecting rabbi would treat her vestments that way, and that there must be something wrong. We went inside and found one of the rabbis lying in bed in the room in the attic, feverish. Another of the rabbis was there, having just returned from the doctor. I held Jesus in my hand and pressed him against her torso. She screamed and her whole body convulsed, but the fever left her instantly, and although she was still weak, she was going to be all right.