Marilyn Manson helps destroy weak relationship

Marilyn Manson, Wtf? In my dream last night. Not the first time I've dreamt about him. Don't understand that. Don't ever think about the guy. The dream was this: I was back in my beloved flat in Oviedo, that perfect spot right behind the Gascona and around the corner from Foncalada, the fountain built by Romans in 11th century, tacky and out of place in the middle of the neighborhood, with the cement wall around it and cement stairs leading down into another concrete area surrounding it. It would be a sin to call it an eyesore..it's too great and too old to be torn down. Well maybe not great (kinda resembles a giant concrete doghouse), but outstanding for being one of the few public works-type architecture that survived from that time. Anyway, this is about the dream, not the fountain. Manson looked real scared and nervous, uncomfortably walking around Oviedo as if testing the ocean water after a long winter. I saw him and smiled sympathetically, having survived this city as a guiri (but never in make-up and clothes like that). I approached him and offered to help him out, show him around and even give him a place to crash. He eyed me warily and had the expression of someone who is very constipated and uncomfortable before breaking into a relieved smile. He realized I was a former fan and a sympathizer. I could tell him about the city, teach him some basic Spanish, and show him to the place where he was going to play his show. Later in the dream, Koki showed me pictures of Manson and I together, cuddling on my couch. He had hired a spy to take them. I didn't remember cuddling with Marilyn Manson, and Koki was using these photos as grounds to end our relationship. I was outraged and horrified and sad and pleaded with him and there were so many tears. Then I remembered that he had met up with and made out with his ex (oops) so I got angry and realized I was fighting the wrong battle.