Thursday, April 10, 2003
I had a very crazy dream:
Tey and I somehow got slipped a third roommate. Neither of us were pleased, but after we got over it she seemed okay by me. She would leave us notes in very tiny script about how to live together easily, specifically things about her that she'd randomly decide to reveal to us, but referring to herself as demons, angels, etc. ("FYI: The seraphim of the seventh order is fond of humming the end of Beethoven's Ninth at the top of her lungs to help her fall asleep. Please disregard at all costs." or "FYI: The succubus of the first order is annoyed with the ongoing war prattle and would like everyone to refrain from refering to the existence of the war from this point on.") But if we did completely disregard her notes she didn't seem to care on way or the other.
Sometimes though she would change from one exchange to another. She had a pair of black wings made out of faux feathers that you could tie to your back. She wore them out sometimes which I think Tey thought was silly, but I liked. One evening seeing that I admired them she would tell me to borrow her whenever I like, to not even bother asking (which I couldn't bring myself to do for fear of damaging them in someway.) Then the next night she would come in and I would have paused to stroke a feather with my finger and she'd scream at me not to fucking touch them.
She tended to get a lot of warnings for starting fires from our cooking food in the communal kitchen and making plaster fall out of ceilings with the bass on her stereo. She was eventually kicked out of the hall. She didn't come to move her own stuff, movers came and were able to pick out her things from ours without question or even any indication that we were in the room. After they were gone, Tey and I looked at each other, shrugged, she asked how I felt about listening to Pulp. I said that sounded alright. She put them on and we both went back to writing papers.
I can't remember what she looked like, I just remember thinking when she moved in that she looked like she'd be entertaining as far as enigmatic individuals go.
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