“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.” —Edgar Allan Poe

“All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.” —Edgar Allan Poe

(Source: notforyourlivingsoul, via zoophagy)

God preserve my sanity…that I may not go mad, if, indeed, I be not mad already.

—Jonathan Harker

The moment that Jonathan enters Castle Dracula, his entire way of life crumbles beneath his feet. His Victorian lifestyle of duty and honor are destroyed by those very things that he was taught never to believe. Fairy tales and myths do not belong in his Victorian rational and yet here Dracula stands before him as an all powerful monster.

And finally, when he accepts that there is real danger in this world, that blood-sucking vampires populate our world, Victorian society tells him that it was all a lie.

Who wouldn’t go insane?

I shall have to invent a new classification for him, and call him a zoophagous (life-eating) maniac.

—Dr. Seward

White and white and chains and shackles. These surroundings bore me. Everyday I sit here and waste away my life, satisfying these fools who insist upon my “mental unwellness.” The assistants observe my actions with the utmost scrutiny. They do not understand the necessity of consume life. They do not understand what it means to seize their days.

They report my every action to a warden. This fellow, Seward, treats me well enough and I appreciate his actions… He seems to find interest in me.

I know about the girl, though. I know all about the girl. Yet his infatuation will all be in vain…

—Renfield

Inside this prison of minds, I feel my own degrading. It melts.

I fall asleep whilst observing a crow sitting outside cell bars. It seems to be staring at me, observing me, analyzing me.

My mind must be truly lost if I am attributing human qualities to that of an animal.

—Renfield

I cannot help but write tonight. The events that have unfolded before me are indescribable.

I fear that I must lose my sanity in order to comprehend these occurrences. Maybe my sanity has already been lost.

Maybe.

But the rats, THE RATS, came, and with it He did and it was glorious and the night clutched at me.Their scarlet eyes and the glint of blood and the promise of life, life so sweet and rusty, at my lips.

The bars gave way to the talons, and his sickly paleness fell through. His lips curled upwards, thinly, and his fangs were bared, and I fell upon my knees, my head to his feet.

—Renfield

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY