Two Dreamscapes
I had a dream last night that was sexy and disturbing, all at the same time... Much like the object of my latest obsessive hunt:
Ahhh yeahhhh...
Anyway, about the dream. It was disturbing because I was with these weird girls that were killing other girls. It was sexy because Chevelle was in it. The band - which included a sweet, personable version of Joe and no Dean (I felt something missing the whole time) - was doing a private concert for me and this killing squad at my mom's old cabin. Meanwhile, there were girls in other parts of the area doing their torture, dismember, and kill routine. What I remember most clearly was a muddy slope at the front of the house (which actually exists at her new place) with a bunch of mutilated bodies stuck in it (which don't actually exist, of course). I just remember feeling all kinds of dread that someone like my mom would find the poorly hidden bodies and all hell would break loose. I woke up before that could happen.
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Click to viewAhhh yeahhhh...
Anyway, about the dream. It was disturbing because I was with these weird girls that were killing other girls. It was sexy because Chevelle was in it. The band - which included a sweet, personable version of Joe and no Dean (I felt something missing the whole time) - was doing a private concert for me and this killing squad at my mom's old cabin. Meanwhile, there were girls in other parts of the area doing their torture, dismember, and kill routine. What I remember most clearly was a muddy slope at the front of the house (which actually exists at her new place) with a bunch of mutilated bodies stuck in it (which don't actually exist, of course). I just remember feeling all kinds of dread that someone like my mom would find the poorly hidden bodies and all hell would break loose. I woke up before that could happen.
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