Try not to judge me too harshly. It's a dream, I'm a vampire.
So, we have a kill switch in our heads that just shuts down emotions. Mine was off in the 70's and most of the 60's. My brother managed to figure out that I was in New York and sent this girl after me to convince me to come back into reality. I let her try, made her want me, and left her locked in the sun on a rooftop. She did survive, but years later I got into some trouble, made the local law enforcement hunt the vampire in town, and gave them her, complete with a stake in her chest. Dream me is kind of a dick.