Stay Out of My Dreams! SHOCKING Type O- MASTERPIECE |2020

I had a dream last night. That gal was there. That one, ya know? It was like a run-through of a life that never was able to happen, at least at that time. Please, stay out of my dreams.

Sadly, I awoke from a place that was so real (*like everyone else’s dream). I knew that there’d never been a chance for me to get there again, she had disappeared again against my wishes.

But she was there. She was with me, she was mine and I was hers. She was everything to me. My world. My love. My existence. As I was for her. Please, stay out of my dreams.

It hurts when you are inside my head, it’s a constant beat of sadness wrapped with disillusionment. It can be surreal. And just like every other human, I gently pleaded “Again, please stay out of my dreams.

We were each other’s other, in such an amazing way, it was warming. And why much Type O Negative content, it has a strong resonance and powerful presence to my life.

In fact, if you were to search for Type O Negative on this blog, there are around 30 posts I’ve done since I started this shit show.

As to the dream, well … This is the best description I have:

Her brother had died in “the war”, I presume it was Iraq or Afghanistan, given the level of technology that I recall in a dream. She felt distant to me, so hurt.

I could understand and I empathized with her. I gave her the space she needed and the love she required.

It was amazing. It felt natural, like how adults act. I didn’t understand then, I understand now. At least I really hope I do. She made me feel whole.

If you don’t exist, stay out of my dreams for fucks sake!

Link to the video cause youtube is a douche.

I shan’t think of her when I’m awake
However, in sleep I can’t escapeA Coney Island high, when I get inside

All I ask is please stay out of my dreamsNear the streets of Richmond and Hylan
Dwells of Princess of Staten IslandA seven dollar toll will get me in her hole

All I ask is please stay out of my dreamsThough long gone, she won’t let me forget
When at night I wake up in her sweat

A lonely Brooklyn troll, a ghost of red hook old
All I ask is please stay out of my dreamsWith your straight black hair and emerald green eyes

Hippies pointing “That’s Pete’s sister in disguise”
Maybe you had uttered those words as a jest

I don’t mind the allegations of incest the time I thought I could love no other
Till I heard you say that I was your brother

In your e-mail said how much we look like twins
How it turned you on just knowing it’s a sin

Stay out of my dreams
I said, stay out of them
I said, stay out of my dreams
I said, stay out of my dreams
Stay out of my dreams
I said, stay out of them
I said, stay out of my dreams
I said, stay out of my dreams

PS – She both exists and doesn’t. She is mine and yet no one. She is everything and nothing. She is the alpha and the omega. She is what I want and wanted, yet can not have because she may or may not actually exist.

I want her, I know her. I miss her, I remember her touch. That feeling.

I remember her… I remember how she made me feel. I remember how I felt, how she looked as we held one another. I can’t let her go.