Dream Journal #10

Four of us went to a fish-market / restaurant. It was like a restaurant with tables and chairs and waiters but instead of bringing you a cooked fish meal, they brought you packaged raw fish just like a grocery store where you pay for and take away. The room was two stories tall with many thin tall columns forming two rows from one end of the room to the other. The floor had black and white tiles making a checkered pattern. The tables were packed with people and because floor and walls were stone, the room sounded like an elementary school cafeteria. We sat down at one of the tables. It was me and my friend Matt, I forgot the other two people. We ordered our raw fish and a few minutes later the waiter brought out our packages of fish in brown paper bags. We sat talking for a minute and then a big guy came up to our table and picked up Matt's bag of fish. He teased him about the fish. I forget the teasing point, either the amount or the kind or something. Matt was pretty pissed but didn't say anything back. A crowed gathered around the table to listen. The guy finally stopped harassing but when he walked away he took Matt's fish with him. Matt stood up and followed him back to his table. When the guy turned around Matt got up in his face and without saying a word grabbed the bag out of his hand, and then shoved him hard into the table, knocking over three of his friend's sitting around the table. It was loud and created a big scene. Matt said some curses and the four of us walked out of the building. The guy and a few of his friends followed us out the front door. The entrance was up a big flight of steps with a 20 foot wide landing. The guy and his friends stayed at the door while we walked down the stairs to our car. As we were walking away I yelled back "Next time don't fuck with a guy who can dead lift 300 pounds!"

Go Alex with those timely crazy comebacks!

Moral of the story: don't ever get in between Matt and his fish.