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I had a weird NIN dream not too long ago...
Well, my latest dream was the first I've had that I remember... well, I've had dreams that I remember, but a long time ago. I think it was due to my obsession with NIN, Trent Reznor, and the fact that I discovered that To record the album The Downward Spiral, Trent Reznor rented and moved into the 10050 Cielo Drive mansion, site of the 1969 Manson Family murders. Reznor built a studio space in the house, which he renamed Le Pig, after the message scrawled on the front door with SharonTate's blood by her murderers.
So! The dreams starts out with me in this house that Trent rented, with Trent. At first I started out as my normal self, intrested, though slightly creeped out by the house's history, though acting like I'm not, and very intrested in the man with me. After a while, the house starts seeming, weird. Thing happen that scare me, so I end up sticking close to Trent. I'm not touching him, well sometimes, but I stick to him like glue. Then I suddenly get younger, and I'm like ten or even younger, and the house really scares me then. And then I start clinging to Trent like a lost puppy, not daring to let go of his hand. And he doesn't mind, in fact, he acts like a caring father or older brother or something. Then we go out for food at a random Mexican restaurant, and I'm still little, and still clutching his hand like if I let go I'd fall. The restaurant was close to the house, too close for the little me to handle, so I'm still shaking and scared. Then we go back to the house, and Trent's got some, newspaper, or magazine thingy that him and some others are making. Then when it gets printed, the title words are covered in blood, which creeps 9-year-old me out even more, and I cling to him even more, Trent starts yelling at the people who were making it, telling them he didn't want the blood on it, but the blood seemed like it was printed on. At the end, I ended up going back to my old self...
What the heck was I on.... O___o
Not to mention that we went to the resturant on a trolley....
and the guys Trent was yelling at were Mexican guys with HUGE, bushy mostaches....
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