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I'm doing a review for a restaurant, a fine restaurant, by the sounds of things, and I've found my way there but it's just an apartment run by an unfriendly Vietnamese woman. Drear, depressing, but it's supposed to have the best food going, she's bringing in supplies now, you need a reservation, there's a table set up - folding - in her hallway for 2 - but she's unpacking the food now...delivery just arrived...I make a reservation for later.
What she does, that makes her special, is she gilds her food. Wraps it in 24K gold foil. For this restaurant, that's the hook. It's famous.
I'm back later, when they open, her apartment is now busy, folding tables and chairs set up everywhere. The food comes out, it's just ordinary food. Chicken wings and such. We - my date and I - drink mineral water and a couple of glasses of wine. I'm worried about how much this will cost. My date, she's loving it, me, it's just food. And I can't see the gold leaf anywhere, and am too shy to ask. I'm getting paranoid that I'll be called into work - my own restaurant job - and whether I'll be able to pay for this all...
The bill comes...lots of charges, the bottled water was $60 per bottle, lots of other charges, expensive, I'm not sure I have this in the bank, going to pay the bill, meanwhile my date is smacking her lips and telling me how good it was...I'm thinking it was overrated.
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"Beware of men in Uniform!" L is warning me, but she doesn't need to tell me, I know, I know.
Meanwhile I seem to have ended up in this small village hut, suspended from the ceiling with a seatbelt cinched tight round my arms and waist, I'm the counterweight to a millstone, across from me, arms length away (if I had use of my arms) the millstone sits lightly above the grinding stone, describing small circles...
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It would seem the whole world has been taken hostage, and I'm the one to fix things...
A sunny day, a girl, mute and submissive beneath her armed captor, I'm quick, tired of the bullshit, I pull out my 45 and pop him. She doesn't look at me, she's in a state of perpetual cowed-ness...
Past her, now an assembly of people, a few armed terrorists patrolling them, they sit with their eyes bowed towards the grass, I make short work of the terrorists, strangely the people don't seem thankful, the terrorist boss comes out, I cap him as well, quick, efficient, but strangely nobody seems grateful...
...The terrorists, it seems they've managed to hook up some sort of doomsday device, if their demands weren't met every nuclear weapon in the world would go off, nobody thought to tell me, anyways it's too late, what's done is done and it's every man for himself...
...of course there really isn't much chance of survival, none at all really, and now I'm with a faceless, unidentifiable significant other in the basement of an old (church, building?), we're below grade, sheltered from the nuclear explosions, outside, on the high seas, there are waves and the ocean's boiling, hundreds of nuclear submarines are surfacing like whales to shoot off their missiles, battleships emptying their doomsday arsenals, then turning over to die upon the ocean waves, ....
I've decided not to give up so easily. There's a flood coming, the icecaps are melting, and, sure, the radiation will kill us all, but it's instinct to try and survive. I smash out the basement windows to allow the water easy access, then begin lashing ropes to the ceiling of the basement, the floor of the church/house, when the flood comes and carries this away it will carry us with it, who knows where to?....
Water begins pouring through the windows and filling up the cellar, the house/church begins to rise in the waves and I pull her close to me, we've got the ropes and whatever flotsam we could scavenge from the basement, the future's grim but we're going to give it a try...
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(Tired, head cold, bad/odd dreams)
I'm up the street, there's a black guy, famous actor, not photogenic, he's working on a steel plate set in the road. A car pulls up, people get out, he uses a bar to pull aside the steel plate and beneath it there's a narrow hole into the earth, they walk up to it deliberately, fall into it, it's rough hewn like clay, they disappear into the earth and I think to myself "spies, definitely...". The car disappears. Another car pulls up, the situation repeats, he pulls aside the boilerplate with a crowbar, they step into the hole, one is too big to fall down so he begins whacking them with a shovel, forcing them down the hole, the whacking turns them into clay as well, like an animation by Svankmajer, eventually they disappear down the hole.
I've got to go to a friends, I walk far around the hole, I don't want the black guy attending the hole to see that I've been watching, I know he's bad news, a high rise nearby to visit some friends but now the black guy is walking towards me, a half smile on his face, slowly, he wants me to get into the hole as well, I don't want to, but he's coming after me with that awful inevitability, slowly, inviting me to step into the hole, I wake from the dream disturbed and thinking of the word "Janus"...
(made a mental note to remember that dream, there's no light or pad in the bedroom, there was more, the head cold providing an unending stream of bad inspirations and dreams...)
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The image of a banker, well dressed at his desk in a fit of imagination holding a pencil in his hands as if it were a gun, on an imaginary crime spree, imagining himself holding up the bank, saying "pew, pew, pew" as he fires his pencil pistol menacingly at invisible tellers...
(Inane, I know, but upon waking from it I reminded myself to remember it, it seemed to acquire a disproportionate importance, the idea of a banker imagining himself to be an outlaw, when the profession of banking offends every law already, only the suit lends it legitimacy...)