Last night, in the beginning I dreamed of a powerful vampire clan. For some reason, although they were dangerous in the extreme, there was an understanding that existed in which I was in no danger from them. I had done, or was doing something, that affected all of this. For the rest of the night, I dreamed about 9/11 and the people behind it and was engaged in something that was bringing the knowledge of the participants out before the world. They were toast and it was an indisputable reality that they were doomed and could not repair the incipient, emerging reality of their downfall. All night I was up and then back to bed and each time I was, once again, into the proactive, engaged scenario of 9/11 exposure.