lucyoncolorado

In which I act like a brat when I can't get a meal...

My husband, another woman and I are living in a carnival of some sort. For some reason, I'm made to skip dinner and I'm very hungry.

We go to an old-fashioned circus type big top. There are folding chairs arranged in circles around the center stage as if it is an auditorium. Huge lights shine down from the center of the umbrella big top on to the stage. No one is there except the three of us. I decide to make a pizza.

After chopping up some peppers and sausage, I find my uncle's cat, Byron, and strap a pre-cooked pizza crust around his back like a saddle. Then I apply the sauce and toppings. I release Byron cat to walk around the center stage with the pizza upright, and it is natural that the toppings will cook under the big top spotlight. I sit back in the folding chairs with my husband and the other woman, and we wait.

Suddenly a kindergarten teacher enters with a class of dozens of five year olds. They descend to the stage and start dancing, freaking out Byron cat who runs around and knocks the pizza off his back. My dinner is destroyed.

I yell at the teacher and the children and leave the big top in a huff. Outside, I'm in a mall with lots of escalators and crowded halls of people rushing around. My husband and the woman are chasing behind me but I tell them to leave me alone. I'm going up the escalator to get to a bakery, but the escalator stairs move slowly and I become impatient. I start pushing my way past the people standing on the escalator, including a woman who is holding a toddler. As I'm going past her, she accidentally elbows me in the ribs. I turn around and scream at her, "I'm so sick of you people getting in my way!" My husband and the woman, who are trying to catch up with me, hear me and I feel embarrassed that I'm acting like such a brat. I try to think about why I'm throwing such a temper tantrum, but all I can focus on is how hungry I am.

Finally I get to the bakery. It is a beautiful French style cafe with lots of fresh bread in the window and baker's cabinet. I deliberate between some yeast rolls stuffed with bree and a warm sourdough loaf sprinkled with white flour. There is no one behind the counter and I can't find anyone to sell me the bread. I shout out into the kitchen, but no one responds.

I step out of the bakery and am now standing in an Asian style urban food court with a ring of food stalls encircling tables with umbrellas. The food court is very crowded, and the lines to all the stalls are long. I find the shortest line and wait my turn. When I get to the stall, I discover that they are only selling bubble tea and green tea flavored ice cream. I purchase these items and then find my husband and the other woman. They think that I'm behaving like a child and I tell them that I'm very hungry.