Dreaming in Stories
The first two stories were started with vivid dreams I had on two consecutive nights while I was sick, I thought to myself “I’m dreaming in stories”. A couple weeks later I had the “Dark Pope” dream and it again was vivid and seemed to be a part of a series. These are the very roughest of fragments starting stories. I hope you find them interesting.

Life On Mars
Mike looked out the window of a car, “the sky is blue,” he said, in wonder, he was dressed in a heavy flannel shirt and jeans, he found he could move easily he wasn’t encumbered, he couldn’t remember the last time he had such ease of movement. “There’s a truck,” he said to the driver of the car, who he couldn’t make out, “all these cars on the road,” he placed his hand on his chest to check the feeling, “I’m supposed to be on Mars,” he said, then he shifted back, he found himself being grabbed by a fellow astronaut just as he was about to fall into a chasm.

Some Kind of Vampire
She opened her mouth, it couldn’t be called a smile, her gums had emulsified and were black, like dripping licorice. She was every shade and tone from black to gray from the clothes she wore to her skin color. I held out a gun at her.
“I’m not dead,” she said to me as she crossed the room, and opened a door and slipped inside. I opened the door, she was sitting on the toilet and I fired the gun twice into her before taking a last look at all the varying shades of gray.

I buried the vampire with the two women who had been his _______ I etched across his chest ‘ladies man’ before covering them with dirt and making sure the grass covered them seamlessly, before I left.

The Dark Pope
Pope Sestus was a good man, one day Satan approached him.
“You will be my servant, but first you must be consumed.” Sestus burst into flame until all that was left was a charred skeleton that looked like a burnt Samurai, the raiments of his office melted over him like a black wax.

A hero walked on the edge of a throng, he carried the charred skull of Sestus, he knew if he returned the skull to the man who had become enthralled to Satan he would return the good to the man who had been Sestus. As he came to the front of the throng he could see on a stage Satan and the man who had been Sestus, they were both dressed in dark suits and the man who had been Sestus, his features were still recognizable but they were darkened. The crowd still recognized him as the Pope, but they didn’t know he had become the dark Pope.