Dream Of Italian Villa Family Stabbing Birth

In my dream April was Italian. We had traveled a long way to stay with her family in their big villa. Our schedules were very busy but there was a moment in the room we're we wee sleeping when I almost convinced her to make love, but we were interrupted and she said we'd just have to wait until we got home. We were discussing the lo g laborious route home we had to take when April decides to fly home and says she'll just meet me there. I think about traveling alone and then conclude that this will give me time to work on my story (I'm writing a book). I look into the window at the large room and it's decorated. It looks a bit like the room of an Explorer, even though the pieces are mundane the room is arranged to suggest one has traveled and seen the world. I wonder why rich people name their rooms things like "the Lincoln room" instead of just using their functional names like "the parlor" is that because they have so many? I heard on the radio that JD Salinger had just died, I looked down the walk way to the guest house where another author was staying and wondered how he took the news. Time for one last meal with the family before I go. I sat with the serving people as April's father told everyone his war storied and how good hw was with a knife. Another of his daughters there was pregnant. I thought of April and our failed attempt to make love earlier. A scraggly crude itslian man who I take for a servant asks me when the last time April and I had sex. I decline to answer and everyone laughs. April's father stops telling stories and Says to me that his servant doesn't realize that April is his daughter and that if he did, he'd be afraid of his knife. Then he calls his pregnant daughter over and she stands in front of him. He stabs her in the throat with his knife. I panic. The girl looks panicked too. She covers the hole in her throat and even folds a flap of skin over to stop the bleeding. Then as she holds it closed he stabs her again in the stomach. I am sure she is going to die when I look down and notice the perfect incision in her stomach. He reaches in to her belly and pulls out the newborn baby before directing his servants to call a doctor to tend to his daughter. I was amazed. He really is as good with a knife ad he says. I was standing close, my grey blue shirt is covered in blood and amniotic fluid. I go to the bathroom to change. I try to remember if this needs to soak cold or go straight into the wash and of the stain will forever leave a mark on the shirt.