A nightmare that hopefully won't recur — I'm dressed like a teenage girl, mascara smeared on my face, holes in my jeans and on the soles of my Doc Martens. I'm alienated from all the other campers, but perhaps most alarmingly, I'm playing air bass and making corresponding faces at the mirror in my bunk. I don't think I like this dream, but I kinda dig this part of the soundtrack.Curve - Horror Head
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