So this isn’t a story about my tour. It’s a dream I had this morning and for some odd reason I wanted to publish it.

I’ve yet to make any attempts to interpret it. You are free to speculate yourself and let me know.

I was running around a delapidated town that resembled Nogales, Mexico.

I was in a panic. Someone was out to get us. Well at least someone was out to get me. The town was rioting so a handful of us fled for the hills beyond the buildings. We thought it might be able to find refuge there.

Who was out to get us? I was still trying to figure that part out myself.

There was a so called boy genius who some how got put on charge. Everyone seemed to be following him, but there was something about him that I didn’t trust. He wasn’t even a boy really, just a young man.

At first I thought it was a guy I know from Missouri, because the landscape suddenly resembled Missouri, but then it morphed into another guy I knew from Sweden. He had a stupid haircut and it was died black. He was taking us through the corn fields and he kept talking about Charlie Manson. I wanted to mention my kinship with Charlie but I hesitated and let him go on blathering while I just asked questions as to why he was interested.

It piqued my curiosity. Me and him both shared an interest in Manson. It disturbed me that I had something in common with someone I didn’t like very much. I ended up asking him some questions. He had never spoke with Charlie before, but that was his goal. I think his interest might have only been feigned for shock value and not a genuine intrigue.

Anyways, we kept walking and ended up in the desert and there were a bunch of people there acting like hippies, only they were Afghanis. We were in Afghanistan somehow and everyone was dancing between these giant rock formations. It was like ”Burning Man in Afghanistan”

I wandered away from the rock formations and met a girl who was watching a television that hung from the post of a drive-thru Taco Bell. It was abandoned like the ones in New Orleans.

The video she was watching was a new Charlie Manson music video, but the music sounded nothing like it usually did with the acoustic guitar and beautiful singing. It had a brash tribal/techno feel.  Everyone in the video was dressed up like malignant turds running through intestine and giving it cancer. They were representing the bad people of the earth destroying their environment and giving the human race cancer. It kinda reminded me of a GWAR concert.

The video had obviously become a hit and was being syndicated through all every TV screen on the planet. Even the ones that were just dead drive-thru monitors.

When the video was through, me and the girl headed back to the hippies and that’s when a helicopter came and everyone ducked underneath the rocks.

It bombed the hippies and only a few survived. I was one of the survivors. I lifted my head to see another rescue helicopter there waiting for me. There were a hand full of other survivors onboard already and they were waiting for me.

I climbed aboard we flew out of dreamland and into the waking world.