IW's DJ

[InvisibleWoman]

Yeah. Not really.

[InvisibleWoman]

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.

[InvisibleWoman]

school. skirt. bookbag. hallway. door. reoccurring character. in suit, slick. invite. enter. desks. outfit checked out. sit. t-shirt gift with weird al lyrics about gas. laughs. progressed understanding thanks to my commenting. warmer atmosphere. put it on. announcements. --- shift to my bed. i'm laying there. "wait is this a dream? just don't move for a little bit." my room looks the same. . . stand up. oh! check the clock! I look at it and it IS funny! i am dreaming! look out doorway. roommate walks by. i'm hesitant because anything could happen. she says she's tired and going to bed. she pauses for a sec. (probably because for some reason i feel fear when i go lucid. fear that i cannot tell what will happen.) then she continues past, to her room. consider my own fear. face it. go to the mirror. i can mostly make out my reflection. not scary madness. step closer. try to make out my eyes. fuzzy. look at clock again. yes. still crazy. go to bathroom. rust colored grime over everything. tub. counter. earrings. etc. grab something. in car. losing grip. wake up.