August 29, 2007

• 2007-08-05 Dreams:

  I was in some kind of futuristic society that was cannibalistic. Certain people would be “harvested” in a way – always marked to be eaten at some point with a big red tattoo on their body (that kind of looked like the elements on the periodic table).

  I didn’t like this practice at all. I ordered one girl to eat and then instead kind of raised her up myself (they came to you as toddlers or so). Then I decided to do it again, and ordered another girl to eat. The first girl that I had ordered really wanted us to eat this new girl and was outraged when I was saying that we wouldn’t – we would just raise her ourselves instead. I was crying a whole lot, crying my eyes out over all this because it was so emotional – life and death! I had to tell that first girl that she was meant to be eaten herself (she didn’t even realize that).

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  I was in some dark dirgy old room with my family watching TV. I decided to go into an adjacent room through a door and there was another dirty dark room, but in it was Marilyn Manson! There was a lot of weird dark stuff in there. He had just released a new CD, that had just a mat of skin with a bunch of nails sticking out of it with blood dripping down as its cover. He was in the room, kind of around the corner on a bed.

  I tried to reason with him to have him be less violent, and he would listen to me and kind of appease me for a bit but then strike out at me. Most of the time with these dirty needles, trying to jab them into me. Each time he did that I just got real close to him and grabbed them away from him, or broke them off, or just pushed his hands away. It was pretty scary but I kept trying to talk to him and reason him out of doing these things. Other times he would attack me with these weird cast iron rune things that he had back by his bed. He would try to stab me with them or use them to curse me. I did the same thing to deter him here. There was a third thing in his room that he would use to attack me too, that worked in the same way.

  I kept going in there and trying to reason him out of his violence but he kept feigning that he was listening and then attacking me. Then I would go back out into the adjacent room with my parents and watch TV some more, then I would try again. My whole family was unresponsive.

  Finally, I just left this whole apartment area and started walking down the street away. I think I had some interaction with Marilyn Manson through his window as I was walking away – he threw something at me or something.

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