I was in a large suite of rooms furnished in an old-fashioned manner. There was even a lodge-type room with a burning fireplace in the middle, and there were other cold fireplaces throughout. I thought I was in college and had to go to class, so I tried to take a shower, only I turned on the hot water as though for a bath. It came out so quickly it filled the tub before I could turn on the cold. I touched something, and all the water drained out as quickly as it had poured in — within a second or two. Then I saw blood dripping from the ceiling, but it stopped. I tried filling the tub again, but the blood started pouring into and mixing with the water. I thought I had better report this to the front desk.

I went back to the part that I thought was my suite to find my roommate. There were at least four beds — one very large, the rest smaller. I wondered why there were so many beds and how we were supposed to decide who sleeps where. She gave me an enigmatic answer about the suite in general. By then, I couldn’t remember what classes I was going to or why, and I noticed that I hadn’t packed my vacuum cleaner. I soon got lost within the suite, which suddenly seemed deserted. I wanted to find the front desk, so I opened a door to remember the suite number, only I wasn’t sure that it was the door to my part of the overall layout. The number on the door was a long mixture of numbers and letters that I couldn’t possibly remember, and outside the door looked like as confusing a maze as inside, where the fireplaces seemed important.

I was confused and didn’t know what to do and probably didn’t do anything at all.