Dreamland

I'm at a local enclave, which reminds me of the student center at Wash U, sitting with new friends and old. Some are real and some are not. Some I still talk to, some not. The restaurant/bar is dimly lit, probably because the bar/restaurant I went to in real life last night was as such. The table next to us is the only other one I can see. Behind my friend Drew's head I see a girl get naked. Our waitress is blonde.

We are drinking, and I order some food. The waitress drops something of mine, perhaps a piece of toast, on the wooden table. I don't think much of it, even though it falls right on a particularly grimy patch of something disgusting. We continue to converse, and I wish I remember more about what we actually talked about. If you can't remember it, it's not all that important though. Right? Tight.

The meal, I suppose it's dinner, finally comes out. This time, the waitress drops part of my meal on the table again. She actually rubs it on the grimy spot several times before putting it back on my plate. All of a sudden I am furious. I take the item (a curved bright yellow slab) and fling it across the table at the waitress, and say "I want to talk to the manager." She barely acknowledges with a grin, and walks away. Another boob and nipple are out behind Drew's head. This one is brown (the breast) and the nipple is pierced. Nice, nice. I casually point it out to my friends.

The manager is not forthcoming. People are finishing their meals, while I have refused to eat. A brunette curly-haired girl with nice skin tone talks to me briefly. I guess I think she is from the table next to us. I get up and walk to the front of the bar. No one is there, so I proceed up a couple of stairs to the staff/kitchen area. There I ask the brunette girl for the manager. She says "I already told you there's nothing we're going to do," and is very curt. My fury increasing, I follow her when she storms back to the kitchen. I see her talking to a tall skinny guy with a sleeve tattoo - the manager. I stand there as she says " there's this guy at the bar, he's being an asshole to (insert blonde waitress' name here - maybe Lara or Mara) because she messed with his food, I don't know what he thinks we're going to do about it." She has a mocking tone, and the manager is smiling as well.

I am officially livid. I make it clear that I hear everything they're saying, and approach the manager as brunette waitress walks away, and someone that looks like the blonde waitress walks by with a tray, still smirking like before. I tell the manager what happened, and he basically tells me to fuck off. I respond smiling through my rage - "ok, but I'm not going to let this die. I'm going to post this in the student newspaper, tell everyone I know, and generally rain hell on this place." I realize that I am flailing and feel pathetic and degraded, especially when the manager is unfazed by my thinly veiled threats. As I walk back down the steps towards the entrance, I decide that my airing of grievances was not enough, and I have a moment where I think to myself "Just be the bigger man. Go home, think about it, and you'll get revenge later." Instead, I fucking lose it. I start to throw things - luckily there are many jars of candy on the counter and other buckets of things to destroy. I decimate the entrance area in a matter of seconds as people around me start to take notice and alert the staff. Before anyone can approach me I take off running.

I'm on the Emory business school campus, sprinting as fast as I ever have. Wearing basketball shorts and a t-shirt, I don't even feel the cold because I am absolutely flying.

Then I wake up. Just another dream reflecting my insecurities and tendency towards rage, but hopefully not an omen of grave portent.