Something about a dream
Scribbled on 21 August, 2008 at about 1:00 p.m.
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I dreamed I was receiving Ozzy Osbourne's 'old address' mail. My neighbor was getting Marilyn Manson's, but it wound up in my mailbox by mistake. (I sometimes do get mail meant for other boxes in my apartment building.)
This was important to some investigation or other, because one of the two was suspsected of poisoning...somebody. I don't remember who. In fact it was me who had done it, but I managed to twist the request from Manson to "destroy anything in the mailbox" to destroy all the evidence.
There was also the issue of a haunting in my bathroom closet. No, I don't know why I suddenly had a bathroom closet, but apparently if you closed the door with somebody inside, they'd get talked to by the ghost of...hmm. I can't remember who. Some other celebrity, a female one.
I called her up (she was still alive at the time) and asked her if she knew why this would be, but she was unhelpful. This perturbed me because the people who had been 'haunted' were three girls I knew, one of whom I work with, who had spontaneously come to my apartment and cleaned the entire thing for me in a matter of seconds. Their reasons for doing this had something to do with them being a part of Ozzy's social group when he used to live here and was trying to get the band going.
Eventually people were getting close to figuring out that it was either me or one of my guests who had poisoned....somebody. So I drank some of the poison myself, reasoning that if I -had- been responsible for the death, I'd be getting myself back now, and if the poison had not been what killed....somebody, then I'd be vindicated.




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