Had a particularily creepy dream early this morning where I ventured into an ancient, run-down, moss-covered house, where I was subsequently attacked and vampirized by a vampire who looked like a dessicated Whoopi Goldberg.
Honestly, why can't modern horror films have even half as much cool imagery and atmosphere as my dreams? Should I ever reach my goal of becoming a director one day, I must make a short film based on this one.