MY DREAMS

 

Dream life is a personal refuge where virtually everything is possible. I think that I have a dream capacity particulary important. The variety of sensations that I can feel in sleep is diverse as the sensations that I can feel awake. These feelings are precise and intense. I appreciate very much the aesthetic value of my dreams. My dreams visions are similar to each other as different paintings of the same painter. It is a complete world that I appreciate in creating because I am faced with all my desires under the laws of the visual interpretation that belong to me.  I also like remember my dreams when I wake up because their aesthetic and spiritual values are similar to my futur home. The urban scene that I most often reproduced is the cemeteries. Many dreams put me in the presence of Marilyn Manson; Sometimes so developped, sometimes very quickly. Some of my dreams are listed below.

 

 

DREAMS ABOUT MARILYN MANSON

 

- I dreamed that I was in a museum. A staircase led to a room where two paintings was exposed. One of these painting was a portrait of Marilyn Manson. He looked in a mirror. His face was golden. The other painting was a bat.

 

-I dreamed that I was in a dark room. I was naked. In the middle of the room there was a fountain. The first basin was round and the second basin above the first had the shape of a bathtub. I went in the first basin. In the second I saw Marilyn Manson who was lying in the water. I climb on the edge of the second basin and I was around him walking on all fours. I looked into his eyes. He had eyes like cats eyes.

 

-I dreamed that I was in a toy store with Marilyn Manson. We walk in the rays. There was nobody else in the store. We made love in a ray. We were lying on the ground and we turned into children. When we finished we walked again. We going again by the ray where we had made love. We kneeling next to a puddle on the floor. I said to Marilyn Manson. "That is yours and that is mine." (There was talk of sperm.)

 

-I dreamed I was in bed with the young Brian Warner. It was all black.

 

-I dreamed that I was in the swimming pool of a campsite. There were people in the pool. We were a game of water polo. Marilyn Manson was in the opposing team. When the game was finished we walked a little. I said to him: "we are only beats". Further we embrace. I looked into his eyes and took his hand to pass on my belly. He became more small. I wanted to make love with him. There were tents below. He emerged from our embrace and started in a tent with another girl giving hand.

 DREAMS OF CEMETERY

-It was night. I was lying on back on a tomb. (I stayed the equivalent of fives minutes). I heard people talking. I stood up to see who they was.

-It was day. My snake had escaped and I was looking in a cemetery for found it. The floors was covered with grey and white galletti. I heard a gunshot and thougt "It was an hunter". A tidal wave fell on the cemetery. When the water retreated, I was beside a small chapel. I walked and put me on knees in front of icon of the virgin Mary to pray.

-My rymes dictionnary had dissappeared. I visited a cemetery in thinking that it is in a tomb. I dig and found the box whith hidden drawiers. It was empty.

-It was completely black. I was lying on back. I did not know where I was. I wanted to tweak and I guessed that I was in a coffin. I tried to push the lid. I was afraid of not being able to breathe under the ground. I perceived moisture. I felt a flow of fresh air and the earth fell on my face. I went out whithout difficulty. It was night. A boy that I know was sitting in front of a wood fire. We were in nature. Trucks and trailers were parked on a little further. I was standing in the hole of my tomb. I asked him: "How long I remained buried ?" He replied; "five days" and stated "from friday to wednesday." I had something in my throat obstructed. By pulling gently, I took out of my mouth a braided synthetic hair color brown.

 

-Die Blutgrafin-