The point I remember it starting (IT didnt start here but this is the most normal part I rememebr before it got Manson-obsessed) is in "my house", It was my house but it was totally different and me and my friedn Sam Hartig were chilling, talking about misc shit Somehow we started talkinga bout Manson and there was a news report on TV that we could hear, thats about it. Then I was in the high school, I dont remembe why and I was leaving and my mom was there and I was running (fast, which is odd, Im NEVRE fast in dreams) My mom got caught up talking to my cousin and when we got to the car my friend Watson was in there, and Christie (my cousin) asked me to go in the car so she could talk to my mom, and i said sure so I rolled my window down and she started crying adn talking about something horrible that Marilyn Manson did to her and her friend and how her friend is dead My dad gets bored of sitting there and decides to start driving around the track, Which is strangely mountainous in my dream, and he's driving in the psasenger seat with left hand and foot on the wheel and pedal, and a HUGE 1,000 foot Marilyn Manson Rises out of the ground and chases us and my dad BOOKS on the highway and starts going as fast as possible Somehow or another he gets out and Watson starts driving, I wanna get out and talk to Manson so Im screaming STOPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCKIN DICK!!!!! STOP THE FUCKING CAR!!!!!!! and as usual with Watson, he just smirks and says "Psht fuck that this is cool" I start "waking up', I iddnt wake up I just became lucid (Realized I was dreaming), and I thought I woke up and was in a room where someone was controlling everything and i was like "PUT ME BACK IN!!!!!!!!!" and he did, and I was in Crossgates Mall with Watson whenhe put me back in And I went to a cd store and tehre was a BIG HUGE dedication isle for this chick that somehow died involving Marilyn Manson, and Marilyn Manson bashings in mags and shit all over, and people standing around talking about how horrible he is and I go and I buy his album Holywood to be a dick and these annoying goth bitches come up and are crying about how horrible he is and how sad they are for the chick that died and I'm like "God shut the fuck up it never happend. Jesus christ get a life" and they start screaming and following me "YES IT DID SHE WAS MY BEST FRIEND YOU ASSHOLE" and this real tall college serority bitch walks by and is talking some trash I dotn remember what and I tell her "Shut your **** hole" and she looks at me all evil, and her boyfriend comes running at us down the stairs, and Watson picks me up and JETS and we get madd far away from that guy and split up, and suddenly there's thirty dudes chasing us I kick the shit out them and am doing all these sweet moves like, jumping in the air and making two of them collide and kill eachother on accident, jumping off shit to lower levels, some kid comes at me with an axe and i grab it, swing it through his head and jump down the middle of the mall and go down like ten floors, and grab the axe into the wall on the very last to slow myself down, and let go and get my footing and RUN and Watson picks me back up and we run into Manson and he's like "Word up nigga!!!!!" And I woke up
*falls off chair laughing* This has to be the most entertaining dream I've ever read about. That, or you're just really good at describing it. Peace, and much love.
