The Prostitute
I'm in a room with two other characters. Everything is bright red their clothes maybe even their bodies. One of them is a prostitute. The other is the john, it may be a woman. I may be an arresting officer.
I'm talking to the prostitute about the trouble that she is in. I leave the room briefly and come back. The prostitute is sitting on the face of the other person. They're obviously very physically intimate. It occurs to me that the prostitute is being very clever because now that they have been so close the evidence has been destroyed. They are now both very similar.
The Cake Thief
I am entering a very large commercial building possibly a hotel. As I look outside these very large windows I see the structure of the building go by. I momentarily reflect about whether I am moving. I decided I'm not moving. I dismiss the oddity of being able to see the inside structure of the building streaming in front of me. (When I'm awake I realize this view would normally only be seen from inside a glass elevator)
It's a very wide hallway. There is a series of four or five upright pianos. They are beautiful pianos. They are light brown burled wood covered in shellac. I can see the detailed beauty of the woodwork very clearly. I go to open the cover on the keys. Instead of being a piano they are now large containers with pieces of cake. I am with my friend Steven Lindenbaum. He comments on the names of the pieces of cake. It is a weird name that I accept as normal. They are obviously intended for the guests at a party being catered in the hotel. But they look like leftovers and most of them have been partially eaten. There's three or four pieces, sometimes half pieces laying in the containers. We decided to have some. I eat one he's eating another piece. Then we are caught. One of the hotel staff comes out. He is very large. He may be wearing a traditional chef's outfit in white. He tells us we shouldn't be doing this. Steve has run away to the large bank of elevators on the left. I look into them to try to see if he is in one of them. I can see to the through glass elevator doors into the elevators. (When I awake I realize that you can't see into elevator doors)
I turn to the right and see an open door leading to the stairwell. Instead of running I turn and explain to the hotel staff guy that it wasn't really that bad what we did. It was obviously the end of a party. I glance to the right and I see through some glass doors a large party on going not sure if it's the same one. I dash into the stairwell and as I enter in the stairwell I see bits of cake strewn all along the sides. Obviously other people of done the exact same thing that I did.
Note. When I wake I realize that the pastries may have been fine before people started to pick at them.
Surgical Precision
Only a snippet. I'm looking very closely at an operation. I see the insides of someone and maybe hands with the scalpel. I hear the words surgical precision.
My alarm goes off
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