Before I was woken up by a phone call from my brother, I had an amusing dream.
I'm home, but in a bigger house that is merged with my brother's. I open some doors to bedrooms because I know they will be empty. Then I walk up to my brother's room and open the door because I know he's out of town. First I see a bunk bed. The bottom bunk has white sheets and there's someone laying under them, curled up. I know its a woman. Then I open the door further and see a man with crazy hair a few steps ahead of the door way, putting on a white dress shirt, back turned to me. I think, "Oh shit. I forgot his roommate is still home." I slowly close the door, walk to the kitchen, sit up at the bar and get on my laptop.
For the second time ever, I get on the DV website (this time in the forums) and I check the Banana's Twin thread I made. There's a new reply and it's from Banana. But before I can check it I get a Facebook chat message from my brother's roommate. It turns out he's Marilyn Manson. . . He's writing all funny--weird letters/numbers--and is violently suggestive. The first message basically says he thinks I want to get taken advantage of anally. The next, that I can't respect others' privacy.
So, I get down from the bar and head back over to his door. When I open it, I see him he's still standing, but leaning against a wall. He says something (can't remember) and I reply. Then I explained that I had forgotten he was here although my brother had left town. As I turn to leave I say, "Yeah, and no anal, okay?" while making a little thrust with my pelvis and arms. He looked amused. Then I try to close his door and it takes me 5 tries because the doorknob hardware is old and not the behaving type.
A little later, Manson comes out of his room, putting a tie or scarf on. To sum it up, he asks if I think people really like his music? He's all self-conscious. I say that he has a genre of his own, and that's a pretty big achievement. He replies, "Huh. My music is pretty damn good, isn't it?" and is content.
The end.
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