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So I wake up at six thirty, having dreamt the oddest dream in aaaages…

It was more like a very strange story.

Some of it, I can trace back to when I was 17, and people I thought of… Some of it had to do with today, the way I got mollested by the subway system however, I don’t know… Some SM features in me longing to get out?
The last part though, was really odd… Marilyn Manson was living in my brothers’ place. It wasn’t their place, but it was, the way that stuff can be something in dreams. This one was nice, it wasn’t an nightmare in any way, even though some bits were quite horrible, I didn’t percieve them as such.
It makes me sad that even though I remember dreaming it, the memmories fade so fast. It’s weird how you can remember dreaming entire stories, but can’t remember what the story was. I’ll try to write it down, as I enjoyed waking up with all of this in my head.
It will be a long read, but I can’t hold this one back ;-)

It all started with visiting friends in a mansion that was on the Singel in Amsterdam, but it wasn’t. I was wearing this cool black strapless dress I have and being generally very cool in appearance, but… I was in a wheelchair. I could walk, bits, but it hurt and I couldn’t keep it up for long. Sadly, this mansion had its fair share of stairs…. Somehow I managed to “climb” those by going backwards (really, it was a whole backwards thing, come to think of it) in my wheel chair. Added that the wheels were only on the back and maybe 15 cm high (7″), I shouldn’t have been able to navigate these high kinds of steps with it.
Long story short (skipping the bits that I can’t fully remember), I did a trapezeum act with the electricity cords about 5 meters up in the air, and lived off course… I then coupled two love birds, he was a trapeze artist and they did this whole thing with balancing on what I now think was a standing lamp, about 4 meters high and eight meters in diameter. (Really, it made a lot of sense at the time)

As this mission was accomplished, I wanted to go for a walk, I thought I had missed my last subway and wanted to take a nightbus home. However, as the walk carried me over the subway station, I could hear the last subway coming.
Due to servicing in the tunnels however, the subway was driving above ground. This gave me the opportunity to make it to the under ground station just in time. As I got there, the subway itself looked more like an armored vehicle than a subway and it had some frieght containers in the back. The normal subway trains aren’t exactly slim built but compared to that, this one was “short and stubby”.
As I thought I must have misunderstood and this wasn’t taking any traverlers, I gave up on trying to make it, when I saw some people get in in the front. I ran over there and managed to open the door just as the subway started driving away. The lock wasn’t a normal lock, I could turn it and it opened, giving me the option of jumping into a driving train with my dog. (Somehow, we managed this)
As I sat on the floor, slightly out of breath from the effort, I noticed that the only available seat was next to the driver, so I sat down there. He made sure all the hatches outside the windows were properly shut and off we went. The steel hatches weren’t closed where we sat, as he had to see something and it was then that I noticed that it was more of a dead-man’s-ride than any rolercoaster I had ever been on.
We had to go back up out on the streets again. The railroad had quite a few very sharp turns and we navigated these at frightening speeds. As we got to the surface, there were heaps of sand on the tracks, I couldn’t even see the tracks because of the dirt and debris on them, but we could just ride through it. It got worse. We had to drive over huge wooden logs to get to the exit. When we got there, things only got worse.
Somehow, the wooden logs needed to be chopped down into pieces, the whole thing with the hatches suddenly made sense, as huge iron poles came crashing down on our subway cart from the front and the side. This wasn’t the bad news, the bad news were the enourmous spikes mounted on them that started slashing trhough the windows.
Even though I tried to dodge them, I was hit several times, I should have been dead, but all that happened was that the cooooool white t-shirt I was wearing (really, I didn’t change) with the sweet pink “Bewitched” logo on it was torn to pieces. :-(
It became painfully clear that I wasn’t wearing any underwear… (One of those dreams that can turn into your worse nightmare)
As we finally made it through all the slashing devices, we had made a nice detour and in the time I should have been able to make it home, we didn’t even make it to the next stop yet, but we were damned close to my brothers’ house. I got out, as I had had just enough of the whole thing and wanted some peace and quiet.

As I got to my brothers’ appartment, it turned out that Marilyn Manson lived there. Honestly, how did my mind ever make that up?
We started talking and he turned out to be this really nice and gentle person. I can’t remember much of the conversation, except for my surprise to find what a kind person he was and that the conversation appeared to be going on for hours on end in my dream. (Serves me right for not writing this down sooner)
Somewhere during this conversation I woke up. Very, very, very odd dream, even for my standards…