I was outside watching a parade that happened to come by. The big event of the evening would be the fact that Marilyn Manson would be in it. I am not a big Marilyn Manson fan so that didn't really excite me, but I went out anyway.
Before I knew it Marilyn Manson came by. Somehow we were all forced to go stand in a long line in the middle of the street. It was dark outside and I felt scared.
Marilyn Manson was standing in front of the long row of people and he slowly walked towards us. Someone next to me said that he was gonna chose one of us to go with him on some special date. I was hoping that it wouldn't be me.
The next moment Marilyn Manson was standing behind us, because he thought it would be more exciting if we wouldn't see who he was walking to. I got the creeps and was wishing and hoping he wouldn't chose me. The sky had turned very dark by then and it was windy. Somehow I knew what was gonna happen.
I suddenly saw a foot coming next to my own. It was slowly creeping up on me. I had been chosen. Everyone around me was cheering. I felt lousy.
So he invited me to go with him to his place, which happened to be around the corner. I went with him, more curious than scared by now. When we came to his apartment he said that he had a special prize for me - from this moment on the dream became rather silly - I could come visit him at his beachhouse and I could take a ride with the bananaboat, you know such a bananashaped thing that hangs behind a boat and you can sit on.
I felt relieved and went to the bathroom. In the bathroom there was blood on all the walls and all around the house were beds, even in the bathroom, because he said he liked to have many guests over.
Then I suddenly noticed something about him. He looked a lot like my boyfriend! I started to look better, and yeah, it was him. He had been hired to play Marilyn Manson that evening. (My boyfriend and Marilyn Manson have absolutely nothing in common, so that was a tiny weird). I felt disappointed and the first thing I asked was if I could still take that bananaboat ride.
Fortunately that was an idea of the real Marilyn Manson, so I could still go. Phew. ;)
We waited till the parade was over and then we went home. From then on I can't remember what happened.
