TONIGHT'S DREAM

Quick quick quick before it fades... I'm in Milan with my father and aunt and for some reason there's a Venice-like channel just outside my aunt's kitchen, which I like. I just got up from bed and discover a gigantic brown grasshopper in the room (it's not my room, it's a double bed room I've never seen). I try to get it out of the window, or even kill it, but I can't catch it. But as I go near the window I realize many animals are acting strangely. There's a small pigeon which doesn't know what to do of its life. I catch it, and after a moment a sparrow (Jack?) does the same. I catch it too. The pigeon tries to bite the frightened sparrow. For a moment I morbidly watch it, then I keep them separated. I get into my living room (still not really my living room), put the birds supposedly in safe and separate places, and see the potted plants which have grown crazily. Even my pitiful attempts at growing ivy have spouted generously. What the hell is happening? The windows are beginning to fog. I look out, and see people acting addled. It's a batteriological attack! I try to close all windows, then I realize the ground-floor gate (which has nothing to do with my actual ground-floor gate) is still open. I don't want all those crazy people inside the condo. So I run down and try to push them out, but it's a losing battle. Even Pippo Baudo is walking in all confused. (American friends, think Johnny Carson.) I give up. Meanwhile, or earlier, or later, I had to go to the movies with a friend and maybe my mother. But whenever I have an appointment in dreams (like in real life) it's hard to keep it. The interesting point is that my friend brought me a magazine with an article on a TV show about the Barbarian Invasions of Rome. There are at least 3 pictures of the hunk playing Theodoric, not Damian Lewis but a sturdy young guy with dark hair and blue eyes. I want the magazine, but she says it was published the previous Wednesday and it's out of print. I beg her to lend it to me so I can make copies, but she says "I'll do it". "Yes, thanks," I say, "but can you make really really detailed copies?" Then we get back to the batteriological war, because for some reason I'm back in Milan and the magazine is lifting from my eyes as though gravity was askew. A potted plant too is levitating. I kneel in the place where the potted plant was, for scientific interest, but nothing happens. But animals and people are still behaving weirdly. I go out and I'm back in Fosseno, and cats flock to me. People tend to flock to me too, not threatening or anything, it seems random, but I prefer cats. Then it fades...