2476 (wed)
I am at a dining room dinner table with my dad and 2 guests. I look down at my plate and see that it is some yellow grain dish like creamy risotto but it has these brown bits in it. I look closer and see that they are bugs. I’ve been eating ants in this dish.
I look over and another dish has bigger ants in it. I’m grossed out and leave the table while my dad is still with the 2 guests. I walk down the stairs to the outside which looks like Saint Mark’s place. I call Alex Ratcliffe who lives nearby. He picks up and it’s noisy on his end. He says he’s working a show right now.
I end up at another dinner with a prestigious old man and his two daughters. We get sent away from the table while he has guests there. I go back to get something. I end up being forced in in a room that feels like a janitorial room. It has a decently high ceiling and a normal sized office space room. I’m put in a room at the same time with a brunette female that lives in the building. Against the wall on the right is a piece of paper towel hung from the bottom of a square plastic jug on top of a metal locker. It has someone’s apt number on it in blue blurry thick marker.
It’s someone she knows. She tries to call them. We both have no reception in here.
I start to have a panic attack. I bang on the door hoping someone will hear us.
I look over and another dish has bigger ants in it. I’m grossed out and leave the table while my dad is still with the 2 guests. I walk down the stairs to the outside which looks like Saint Mark’s place. I call Alex Ratcliffe who lives nearby. He picks up and it’s noisy on his end. He says he’s working a show right now.
I end up at another dinner with a prestigious old man and his two daughters. We get sent away from the table while he has guests there. I go back to get something. I end up being forced in in a room that feels like a janitorial room. It has a decently high ceiling and a normal sized office space room. I’m put in a room at the same time with a brunette female that lives in the building. Against the wall on the right is a piece of paper towel hung from the bottom of a square plastic jug on top of a metal locker. It has someone’s apt number on it in blue blurry thick marker.
It’s someone she knows. She tries to call them. We both have no reception in here.
I start to have a panic attack. I bang on the door hoping someone will hear us.