Dream of:17 July 1983 (2) "Italian Slang"
I went to visitLouise, who was living in a downstairs room in the back of a large, old, Victorian-type house. We walked through the house, but didn't go to her room. The house was quite dilapidated inside; a number of people were busily remodeling. The rooms were in rough shape, were rather untidy and were sparsely furnished with old furniture.
Louise and I had discussed the possibility of my fixing up one of the upstairs rooms and moving into it – a good idea, we both thought.
As we walked through the house I opened a door to one room; several people were sitting and talking around a table. Since I knew some of the people who were remodeling the house were planning to produce a play, I thought these people were working on the play.
Louise and I had already agreed to play parts in the play; we were going to be two of the main characters. It seemed strange for us to begin a new project right after we had finished doing practice court together, especially since we hadn't worked particularly well together in practice court. But apparently we liked working together and were willing to begin a new project. Although we had planned to begin learning our parts for several days, I still hadn't read my part.
That very evening another production of the same play was going to be shown at a local theater by another group which had produced the play. Louise and I were planning to attend that production with several of the other people from the house who were involved in our production of the play.
But Louise became angry with me, began treating me badly and acted as if she didn't want me around, even though we were supposed to attend the play together. We walked back into the kitchen where a girl was sitting at the kitchen table doing something. I said to Louise, "Well, I guess it would be better if I just didn't go with you tonight. I'll just see you later."
She acted disappointed as if she didn't want me to leave. But I told her I was just going to go home and read the play. I asked her if she had a copy of the play which I could read. She gave me a copy and I walked outside. Instead of leaving, however, I sat down on some steps by the sidewalk in front of the house and began reading.
The play was about some Italians who were living in a large old house similar to the one in which Louise was living. The first few lines rhymed and were a conversation between two Italians. The words were difficult to understand because they seemed to be some sort of Italian slang. One of the characters was talking about the house and asked who lived there. After the first two characters talked for awhile, the character I played entered and began talking.
I had no idea how I was going to be able to memorize my entire part for the play. It seemed ridiculous to think I could do it. I continued reading and realized I should go to the production that evening to see how the actors performed. I would probably get some good ideas about how to act out my part.
A few minutes later the girl who had been with Louise in the kitchen walked outside; I thought, "She must wonder what's going on with me just sitting here."
Finally I decided to go back in the house. I walked up to the screen door, pressed my nose against it and looked in. Louise saw me and I went inside. She was sitting there in a blue dress; I wanted to sit next to her, but I didn't want to tell her that. I thought about saying I had returned because she and the other people had the tickets to the play. Therefore if I wanted to go I would have to go with them. But I was unsure I should say that.
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