Raw Chicken and Toast Nov 6th

 My boyfriend and I were touring a city that was a combination of Naples Italy and New York City. It was night time and the surroundings were grimmy, dirty, and full of graffiti. He led me to a library/ weed shop. (Weed shop in the style of Amsterdam coffee shops) We walked in and he went to bring me some food. I sat at a round table reminiscent of round tables found in school libraries. He brought me raw chicken. When I looked up I saw that he was sitting at a table a little distant from me with his friends. I freaked out about the raw chicken. His face darkened and he asked me what I was talking about. I looked back down and the chicken had turned into toast. Before I could respond he broke up with me. I sat on the table with pieces of toast and felt that numb feeling and embarrassment. I turned to my left and one of his friends' girlfriends sat next to me. She was American and she came to check on me to see if I was okay. She introduced me to another woman. We spoke and I told them about an incident between my boyfriend and me and they reacted with complete understanding and wrote it off as a cultural misunderstanding. The next day I went back to the library. I felt that my boyfriend was at a long front desk similar to that of a judge in front of the library room. I checked my account on the computer but really it was just to be in the same room with him for a little bit. His Italian friend spoke to me in a strong but nice Italian accent. She told me that I only had a few minutes on the computer. I nodded and politely thanked her. When I was done I walked past him without looking at him. As I walked out into the hallway I decided that I was going to repress my emotions about the break-up and try to move forward as coldly and efficiently as I could. Then I woke up