Tension hangs in the air: something is about to happen. Everyone is acting decisively. Someone is being got rid of. (Does this frighten me, or am I impatiently awaiting it?)
I enter the adjacent, room-sized toilet and see myself (!) dripping along the wall, wetting the entire edge (exaggeration). I try to dry it with a towel, but there is too much piss (panic rising). It all takes too long, and though the liquid undulates, the towel remains merely damp (consternation).
When I leave, someone informs me (or shows me a corpse on the floor?) that an old man, about 45, with harsh features, someone’s father, has been killed (the doer’s singular or plural suffix remains unclear). I get the impression that my wish was fulfilled without my knowledge (the mere seed of my wish triggered the murder).
A couple of people lie on the sofas in the next room, seemingly high on weed. (My ex among them?)
March 2013