Mel and I had walked into a restaurant that I’d never been in before. It had one of those country cottage motifs that usually nauseate me but it had these quirks about it that captured my interest. We sat down at a table close to the kitchen. Each place setting and menu was a set that came in a shallow dish. The table we sat at was faux green granite. We placed an order with an older waitress but I was talking about wanting to go to another restaurant to pick something up. It was some sort of Chili’s or Tex Mex style place that in my mind was nearby and we’d be able to return before our food was served.
We jumped on a big Harley panhead and rode down an alley that had interesting obstacles like a troupe of old “classic” red Honda Civics and delivery vans that were congregating and driving perpendicular to the alley. Then, there was the a large mound of car parts that had been covered by a giant tarp. We finally made it to the end of the alley where I made a right expecting to see the restaurant on my right, but it wasn’t there. I turned around and started to drive into a parking lot that might take me to a different alley but we stopped and ended up in a little cafe. We sat down at a table and I quickly noticed that there was no music playing. I asked them if they needed music in hopes that I could perform there. One of the girls working there told me that she was going to have a soul retrieval and that the person doing it was going to play the hollow bone. I asked who it was but she ignored me. In the back of my mind, I was feeling a bit guilty for leaving the other restaurant and I really did want to get back before the meal was served.
Suddenly the cafe changed into a different cafe and I had this white brick shaped digital cassette player with me. I was playing a heavy metal ballad for one of the waiters that worked there to demonstrate it’s peculiarity. He didn’t like it too much and walked away. A man sitting at a nearby table grabbed the player and started dismantling it. I got up and walked over to him and started grabbing the torn-apart pieces from him. He told me that he didn’t like the music and I explained that he still had no right to take what wasn’t his and destroy it. I called him an idiot and stormed back to my table. He got up to follow me. He was a very large man and as he got closer, he seemed more threatening. I awoke…
