Audience: Buffy fans, people my age (16)
Purpose: To let people know they're not alone, inform them of my insanity
Style: Personal reflective

I snapped the twig off the tree and stuck it through the green-faced vampire's chest. Poof! I looked around. Everywhere green-faced creatures swarmed. The school ground was dark but school was on. People were screaming.
"Ooff!" The vampire flew to the ground. I lowered my leg. He stood up. I coughed as his dust flew. More vampires surrounded me. They were weak and as light as feathers. I pushed them away and ran into the school building. A teacher was there.
"Could I please borrow your pencil sharpener?"
"Sure." He handed it to me and I tried to sharpen the twig.

Woah! What a weird dream! I think my obsession with Buffy the Vampire Slayer is going a little too far. I knew I loved the show - you can never watch an episode too many times. I was starting to model my life around the characters' personalities. I knew my life revolved around the wait until the next episode was screened, whether it was on Foxtel of Channel 7. But now I'm dreaming about it? Dreaming about being the Chosen One? She who fights the forces of darkness?
I'd rather stay home and watch re-runs of the show than go out with friends and party! Well, thinking about it, that last one is understandable - hearing about how someone had to be carted away in an ambulance because they drank too much kinda dampens the spirits and makes you want to keep away from the spirits. Hehe. Note the pun? It's sooo Xander Harris style (corny joke guy from Buffy)
Some obsessions are healthy. You love a TV star, collect stuff on them, you get over them after a couple of months. Maybe half a year, depending on his/her publicity. I'm not like that. I saw season I. I fell in love. The characters, the action, the gloom, the genre. Then season II began and my love turned into an obsession. I refused to miss a single episode: "Do your homework." "No! Buffy's on!"
Season III began and the show went ahead of everything. Season I was showing on Foxtel and I was getting double doses. Life was put on hold. That was when I had the first dream. I told my friends about it and I think it caused them to see me as even more strange than before.
I discovered hidden meanings for features in my dream; vampires had green faces because the Slayer was supposed to be able to spot a vampire even when they weren't showing their true, demonic face; I was also able to through the vampires so easily because the slayer is supposed to be strong; the use of twigs to slay the vampires is an extreme way of showing that the slayer has to recourceful, has to use whatever is nearby.
And soon season IV of Buffy is going to start along with the spin-off show Angel. I am assuming (and hoping) that they have almost finished screening the two shows in America and therefore will start screening them over here. I envy America where they view the show as it is made. Because of this they see a lot of repeats when an episode takes a while to be filmed, but I still envy them.
So, with my wait for the new season, my mind devised a way to cope: I had another dream. Just over a week ago I dreamed about a vampire coming into my home. For some reason a slayer was staying over - Buffy I think - and therefore I got her stake and staked the vampire. Somehow the police knew of this "murder" and turned up to investigate. They had tried to stop me leaving but I was strong; as strong as a slayer, or a vampire, and I was one - but I didn't know which.
I woke up then and realised how funny it was. There were many other small details (left out by me) which reflected on my perceptions of life in the week before, along with the vampire obviously being the little girl who is in the book I am currently reading.
My dreams are weird. They reflect so much on my life and really do help me to deal - they are so funny I often wake up laughing. My obsessions fill my dreams quite often and add comical things to my otherwise boring dreams.

Obsessions are funny, weird things, but I am thankful for them because they add colour to my life. They strengthen my personality - no-one can say I'm boring - and they proove to me that I have things to live for. I don't care how much people ditch the things I love: Buffy, E-17, X-Files, the search for life on other planets. These things strengthen me and keep the spark in my life alive: I don't want to die because then I'd never see the new episodes of Buffy, never listen to the new E-17 album, never see the new X-Files movie, never meet a creature from another world.