Confessions from crazy

I'd like to start this post with a disclaimer, FOR THE MOTHA FU**IN RECORD I believe/ know that transexuals are radass human beings, that they should be treated with love and respect just like the everyone else. My bizarre dream does not take that fact away.

Moving forward


I had a wild dream two nights ago about a transexual serial killer.

The dream stared a famous front woman in a punk rock band, whom use to be a man I had a hardcore thing for in high school.

I've naturally been fascinated this last year watching the unveiling of my front mans new role in the world as a woman. Buying Rollingstone magazines to capsulate the event, watching youtube videos of other transexuals take about their experiences growing up in a body that doesn't match their inner view of themselves... your average semi obsessed fan behavior I suppose.

I think between my general fascination of this person, and the introduction to my fiancees recent attempts to become the bands new drummer, pulled this person off the arena and into the front and center spotlight to my bizarre and twisted dream.


This was the first dream I can ever recall being one I did not play a roll in myself. Instead I was a witness, much like watching film. There were six characters, two girls four boys, all whom were fictional (not friends or as far as I know living people in my wake world) all accept the transexual front woman.

The gist of a very detailed drawn out dream is that the transexual had finally snapped. An already unstable and insecure personality had been pushed too far by societies severe bullying that retaliation day had come.
With the serial killer dressed in beat up black loose clothing draped over her frail thin structure that was exaggerated by her goth 12 inch boots,her loose messy short haired disheveled and locked up inside pigtails, wrapped and topped with a dark glazed withdrawn look in her eyes, she really was quiet the sight.

The other six strangers had in the beginning genuinely tried to embrace this appearing lost soul into their circle of friends, but after witnessing a murder by cannibalism (in horrifying detail) they plotted and planned to escape.

The dream went on to one by one knock off all six characters from their unlucky existence.

If I could stomach writing horror movies as a living, I would believe off of these stained images, I'd have a kick start at success.

For now, I'd settle with hopefully settling your nerves and conscience when undoubtedly asking yourself the same question I had upon waking, "Am I going crazy or is it just another crazy part of the crazy little thing called pregnancy?!"