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.

eatin' people

A dream about cannibalism! With one of the most awesome nicest girls I've ever met, Alicia. She was the one organizing it all. She had this cabin in the woods and a group of people who claimed they ate people to end their suffering and to help limit the use of farming and fossil fuels. I was horrified when she brought me to the cabin but she said, "We're helping these people. We only kill those who are sick or in pain and who want us to kill them and take away their suffering." There was a large grill outside. They hacked people up with an axe outside on a wooden platform. I avoided eating anything and Alicia kept staring at me and starting little arguments with me. She tried to steal my purse at one point: "Is this made of leather?" she said, "We should grill it!" It was the only dream I can remember smelling something. It smelled like death...the way it smells when you walk past a crematory. Carmelized onions that have been cooking for hours and hours. Or bloody beef. Ugh, I don't want to eat meat anymore.

I know you're too narcissistic for that.

Smoking again. It seems to be a given with any dreams I ever have these days.

Then I was in a prison, interviewing two psychopaths. Then *expletive deleted* then I saw blood everywhere. And then three confused people--the inmates and myself. Ugh, the shame of even writing down that bit of the dream.

Then the piano, being played undoubtedly in real life by my brilliant roommate in her studio which is the room next to mine. In the dream I was in a junky little restaurant that looked like it was in southern Missouri. The piano player was in the next room and he was a black man who had the looks of a wise person. He smiled when I gushed compliments about his piano skills. Then I noticed all the framed photos on the walls around our table. In nearly every single one was somebody playing a trumpet. I asked the people I was with if they noticed a pattern or thought it was funny, so many pictures of trumpet players. I stood there confused and unable to move until the piano player stopped playing, came into the room, and slammed a trumpet case down onto the table. "Well I play the trumpet, bitches!" he exclaimed, and everyone laughed. "But you play the piano so well," I told him. "Fuck that piano," said he while he flapped his hand towards the direction of the piano room. "This is my real medicine." He picked it up and started blowing away, blaring some aggressive jazz melody that sounded like an angry bee.

Then the last part of the dream. I was on skype and still had Jorge in my list of contacts. I clicked on his picture and a video popped up. It was him hanging himself with the cord of a record player. I cried and screamed and tried to run to his apartment but the friends who were with me held me down and wouldn't let me go.

stealing from a gas station

Why is it that the only celebrity who appears in my dreams is Oprah Winfrey? Last night she was in my dream, and she was working behind the counter of a gas station. I was on a long road trip with Kari and one of her friends and we stopped because we were famished. I opened a bag of bread right inside the shop and got two pieces out. It was a thrill, and it was odd that no one said anything to me. Then I opened a package of cheese and put the cheese in the bread and stuffed the sandwich in my pocket. Then I got a box of cookies and starting walking out of the store, then I realized I wanted to pay for the cookies. I went up to the counter and Oprah started talking shit to me. "Yeah, you just conveniently forgot to pay for those cookies." She told me she had a gun behind the counter and wasn't afraid to use it and just kept making idle threats while I stood there smiling and agreeing, anxious to get out of there and eat.

buhhhh

I was outside talking to some new friends and there were two kids kicking a football back and forth. I heard one of them shout something unidentifiable and then the ball hit me hard in the back of the head. It made a deafening "thuck!" noise that echoed in my head. I yelled "NOOOOO!!!" and it came out slower than it should have and then I fell to the ground in slow motion. It was like being lowered back by two other people. In the next part of the dream, I was very stressed out that I didn't have all the needed ingredients to make a gazpacho and really wanted to impress my Spanish friends. I was nearly in tears because I couldn't go to the store because it had closed at 9:00. "They'll hate it when they find out the cucumber is missing!!"

HET

The only thing I remember is standing at a stove and turning to someone and saying "Yeah, it's gonna be a nice little game of het."

smoking again, it felt so real

I was in a dark club, smoking cigarette after cigarette. I was sitting across from an unidentified person who was also chain-smoking. I smoked defiantly, carelessly, without even a tinge of guilt. Why was I smoking so many cigarettes in this dream?? I haven't smoked in five months..do I harbor a subconscious desire to smoke? I don't feel it day to day.

kitten attack

I walked into my apartment and there were three tiny adorable kittens. They looked peaceful and innocent enough. I leaned down to pet one of them and they all attacked me. There was one in my hair, one on my back, and one biting the shit out of my hand. I was screaming and struggling and woke up wondering if it's possible to have such a violent dream without something violent happening in real life.

fail

A dream about a haunted house. I was telling my friend Shana that it's the most haunted house I've ever lived in. She had a room down the hall. It really upset her and she wanted me to sleep in her room with her. It was one of those huge houses with lots of rooms, and there were only three people living there. In the basement was a labyrinth of stairs and doors, a confused cluster of passageways. I never ventured down there alone.

In the next part of the dream, I was in a lit class and realized I had put off reading some book by Charles Dickens because it bored me so awfully. It was that sinking feeling where I knew I didn't have the paper and I was going to fail the class. And the instructor was Ana, the head of the bilingual program in the school I work in. She was so tall and intimidating.

gang bang bang

Another awful, fear-filled dream.

I was in a bad neighborhood, running and hiding from something or someone.

Then I was in a dimly lit room with six other people. We were standing around a round table on which there were several guns. A woman explained the rules of the game.

"Group Russian Roulette. When I say go, grab a gun and shoot one by one around the room. Last one living wins."

The panic struck and I ran for the door. "Jesus CHRIST, I don't wanna play this game! STOP!!" They looked angry and panicked. They all pointed their guns at me. Then I woke up.