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Saturday, October 22, 2005

i had a dream about manson last night. it was amazing.

i remember bits and pieces. i was in school, but it was a house, and i was sitting in a dark small room and manson came up to me. we started talking and i had his bio with me; i asked him to sign it. he did and we kept talking. at one point we were hugging eachother and talking. we kissed a few times. he was suppose to play at the school that night and as he was walking down the huge staircase to get backstage or something hundreds of kids ran after him yelling shit. i ran down the stairs and he grabbed on to me, i was giving him a piggyback ride while running away from them. i turned my head to look at him and at the same time we said to eachother "fucking republicans." somehow he dissapeared and i was carrying a sheepskin with a red wig on it. he actually went into my body somehow.
throughout the rest of the dream people kept trying to get the sheepskin but i wouldn't let them have it b/c i knew it was something very very important. i carried around his book with me everywhere as well.
there was another concert at the school i believe and i was waiting to meet manson again. brad, some kid that i went to school with, was in the same area and saw my book that was signed and started to talk some shit about it. he left and i saw manson again. this time we talked a little and he wrote a quick note to me in the book. i forgot what it said (damnit) and left to get ready to go on. i went on the floor, with laura with me, and stood next to the "barricade" (a black line). the place where they were playing was a small room with sunlight coming through windows that were covered brown from dust. everything was the color brown, including the people, but the black line. people where sitting on the floor, and i turned to laura and asked if she was ready for this. i said we would get squished and to be ready. she said she didn't want to deal with it and left. the dream ends.

it was so odd. i can't even put into words the interaction and feelings between manson and i; some strange love for eachother. odd. i think the sheepskin is something very particular as well. i must look into this. i hope tonight i might get some more clues or a better feel as to what it meant. i feel like it means something really important, not something like "OMFg MAnSon AnD i Are GEttINg MaRRied" but something else. i can't pinpoint it. maybe it means nothing but i just have this weird feeling about it, in my gut.

EDIT!
for anyone interested this is the set list of the st.paul nin show:
Love Is Not Enough
You Know What You Are?
Terrible Lie
The Line Begins To Blur
March of the Pigs
The Frail
The Wretched
Closer
Burn
Gave up
Eraser
Right Where You Belong
Beside You In Time
Wish
Sin
Only
Reptile
Suck
Hurt
The Hand That Feeds
Head Like A Hole

shaina loves the jews at;
8:55 PM

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