yes, when i was little, i used to think that vampyres were real. i believed it so much so that i wouldn't go to sleep without my blankets over my face; i didn't want to be bitten by them. as i grew older, and puberty took over, i wanted to be different from the humans that walked around me. i felt different; i wanted to be seen as different.

fascination with vampyrism and wolves became part of my nature...one that is supressed in the adult human world. but when movies like "underworld" emerge, my inner senses are awaken, as if from slumber. as if i had been ... awoken from my hibernation.

the thrill of being in a world that is completely separate from reality fascinates dreamers like myself. the thrill fuels the impulse to create. without the thrill, there is no impulse. without the impulse, there is no creativity. the separation from reality frees the impulse and the creativity.

what would the world be without imagination?