my dreams as of late have been playing out like bizarro, horror films with fleshed out scenes and direction to rival that of what shit has come out in the last two years. my nap dream was shot in snow fuzzy white cinematography, with a cast of atleast five being killed horribly one by one. two of us were left being rescued by a car before i woke up. my dream last night took the cake. most people would not use the following adjective to describe the experience . . . but it was clear to me that i was in hell, and it was awesome. the metaphors to real life scenarios, the scenery and situations that were made to leave impressions of forced imagination. and i think rasputin the mad monk, and members of marilyn manson's original lineup (in what had to be the best make up i have ever seen) were there.
