what sort of place had i come to, and amung what kind of people? what sort of grim adventure was it on that i'd embarked? ... i began to rub my eyes and pinch myself to see if i were awake. it all seemed like a horrible nightmare to me, and i expected that i should suddenly awake, and find myself at home with the lawn struggling in through the windows, as i had now and again felt in the morning after a day of overwork. but my flesh answered the pinching test, and my eyes were not to be decieved. i was indeed awake and amung the Carpathians. all i could do now was be patient and wait for the coming of the morning .....
Bram Stocker, Dracula 1897
( i never thought this little piece would get a DD so i wasnt ready for that in anyway or form ... i wish i coud thank every single person who has added this to their fave ads ... thank you all so very much)