I dream of Italy
Mar. 30th, 2015 11:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cornerofmadnessI entered this dream in media res. I was being seated at an exclusive restaurant inside an old villa and my partner was Andrew Zimmern from Bizarre Foods. I was so very excited. I guess I had won a contest to be on the show. We were in a private room in the back and people kept turning to stare at us, almost hatefully. It was weird. Our host was a red-rimmed man who seemed so sad.
I couldn't tell you what exactly we had to eat. I remember thinking it wasn't that bizarre. I remember a red sauce and onions, more like a vindaloo than Italian food. For some reason I had a pint glass full of tomato juice and I accidental sloshed a drop onto the Persian carpet.I couldn't lean down and clean it up and Andy didn't seem to notice. He just kept talking to me (wish I could remember what we talked about it).
Dessert came and Andy excused himself for a moment. I was left thinking about how small this dessert was and how it looked like mini vanilla wafers with pudding and was I supposed to eat all this myself or save him some. And here is where it takes a weird turn.
First is the woman at the next table in the other room who says just loudly enough how she hates Americans who think they can go all native by saying 'grazie' at the table and I answer her back in Italian that I'm of Italian descent and she could bite me. But then in comes this 50ish woman with sandy hair, a mean expression and is whip-thin. She scrubs out that tomato juice spot with a foot looking pissed. She starts berating the red-eyed man who had been serving us.
At first I thought she was angry he hadn't treated 'honored guests' better. He was saying something about us being late. Andy returns and says he has to step out but he'll be back in a few minutes. He pays for dinner and tells me to finish dessert. Once he's gone, Whip-Thin and Red-Eye start talking more. It's very sinister.
I realize most of the restaurant has thinned out and slowly but surely tall iron fencing with gothic spiraling spikes are being erected over all the exits. Whip-Thin and Red-Eye are discussing what to do with their guests. He doesnt' want to and that's when I realize they mean to sacrifice us to some sort of demon or something.
Whip-Thin makes me change into a wedding gown sort of thing at knife point. The knives are cool, long sloping crescent blades with bejeweled handles. They're gilt. Soon Whip-Thin and Red-Eye are getting mad because Andy is late again. I decide I can't wait for him. I go up to where they are sealing me in with the black wrought iron and I make one of the guards lunge at me with the blade. I pull his buddy into the way and in the confusion of him stabbing the other guard, I hoof it out of there.
Forget for the moment the ludicrous notion I can outrun anyone, I get away and into a huge mall (another of my rambling maze-like buildings). The guards stab people when I slow down and trying to explain. I don't stop to help those people because dammit I'm not going back. I'm trying to think of where to hide, looking at escalators and everything and deciding they're too obvious. Also I'm not sure I can trust the cops. Finally an elevator door the size of a wall opens and I dart in. It only goes down.
I surprise a group of men working down there. I explain I'm being chased by a crazy cult and that they need to call the cops and if the men come down here lie and say I'm gone because they might kill you if you try to stop them. I hear the elevator and I run for the back through a maze of rooms and now I'm suddenly hauling a carry-on bag and a suitcase. Really brain?
I go out the back door and let the luggage drop where it can't be seen. I don't want to run because I'm getting tired and I would be spotted so I hang onto the ledge of the window, out of sight (also really silly. Even when I was young and thin I had no upper arm strength, now with two rebuilt arms? snort). The cult do look out and then disappear back inside. I wait it out then go in but I wake up before I learn if they're waiting inside for me or not.
Thanks brain, I can't even have a nice dinner. I had a wild one yesterday too but I forgot it entirely. Oh well.
I couldn't tell you what exactly we had to eat. I remember thinking it wasn't that bizarre. I remember a red sauce and onions, more like a vindaloo than Italian food. For some reason I had a pint glass full of tomato juice and I accidental sloshed a drop onto the Persian carpet.I couldn't lean down and clean it up and Andy didn't seem to notice. He just kept talking to me (wish I could remember what we talked about it).
Dessert came and Andy excused himself for a moment. I was left thinking about how small this dessert was and how it looked like mini vanilla wafers with pudding and was I supposed to eat all this myself or save him some. And here is where it takes a weird turn.
First is the woman at the next table in the other room who says just loudly enough how she hates Americans who think they can go all native by saying 'grazie' at the table and I answer her back in Italian that I'm of Italian descent and she could bite me. But then in comes this 50ish woman with sandy hair, a mean expression and is whip-thin. She scrubs out that tomato juice spot with a foot looking pissed. She starts berating the red-eyed man who had been serving us.
At first I thought she was angry he hadn't treated 'honored guests' better. He was saying something about us being late. Andy returns and says he has to step out but he'll be back in a few minutes. He pays for dinner and tells me to finish dessert. Once he's gone, Whip-Thin and Red-Eye start talking more. It's very sinister.
I realize most of the restaurant has thinned out and slowly but surely tall iron fencing with gothic spiraling spikes are being erected over all the exits. Whip-Thin and Red-Eye are discussing what to do with their guests. He doesnt' want to and that's when I realize they mean to sacrifice us to some sort of demon or something.
Whip-Thin makes me change into a wedding gown sort of thing at knife point. The knives are cool, long sloping crescent blades with bejeweled handles. They're gilt. Soon Whip-Thin and Red-Eye are getting mad because Andy is late again. I decide I can't wait for him. I go up to where they are sealing me in with the black wrought iron and I make one of the guards lunge at me with the blade. I pull his buddy into the way and in the confusion of him stabbing the other guard, I hoof it out of there.
Forget for the moment the ludicrous notion I can outrun anyone, I get away and into a huge mall (another of my rambling maze-like buildings). The guards stab people when I slow down and trying to explain. I don't stop to help those people because dammit I'm not going back. I'm trying to think of where to hide, looking at escalators and everything and deciding they're too obvious. Also I'm not sure I can trust the cops. Finally an elevator door the size of a wall opens and I dart in. It only goes down.
I surprise a group of men working down there. I explain I'm being chased by a crazy cult and that they need to call the cops and if the men come down here lie and say I'm gone because they might kill you if you try to stop them. I hear the elevator and I run for the back through a maze of rooms and now I'm suddenly hauling a carry-on bag and a suitcase. Really brain?
I go out the back door and let the luggage drop where it can't be seen. I don't want to run because I'm getting tired and I would be spotted so I hang onto the ledge of the window, out of sight (also really silly. Even when I was young and thin I had no upper arm strength, now with two rebuilt arms? snort). The cult do look out and then disappear back inside. I wait it out then go in but I wake up before I learn if they're waiting inside for me or not.
Thanks brain, I can't even have a nice dinner. I had a wild one yesterday too but I forgot it entirely. Oh well.
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