gargoyles abroad

An ex-boyfriend and I vacation in Venice. From the plane I get an areal view of the ocean leading to a lagoon that siphons off into a expansive network of canals.

At a local cafe we plan our first attraction: an overpriced, but totally awesome, underground cathedral. The cathedral is located off a lightly used path in a deep wood. From our perch, we are able to hang off the edge and to view the main chapel. We decide that the cost of admittance isn’t worth it and concoct a plan for free viewing.

A class is being held in the main chapel. Just as the instructor calls everyone to the front, we throw ourselves over the edge and into the main room. My ex makes it. I don’t. I dust myself off and walk around to a side door. The room is eerily quiet. It’s painted with magenta light and blue smoke. My ex is lying on the stone floor in the middle of the room. A gargoyle in the far corner animates, slowly turns its head towards me and rises from its perch. I freeze, realizing I’m surrounded on all sides. I wake up.

**Maybe this is a good time to note that recently I’ve been obsessed with Doctor Who. Methinks he’s having an influence on my dreams. A good influence.


About sweetdreamscrazy

I'm a spectacular generalist. I sail, ski, take photos, adore animals, write (more than just nonsense), can ramble on and on about whisky, read comics, paint and sit around and do nothing. More will be added to this list. Including people. I'm slowly overcoming my fear behind the lens.
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