I am in a bungalow with people from my office. we are dressing to go somewhere. I cannot find my clothes. we are hurrying because the bungalow is filthy and a maid is coming. I cannot find my clothes. I pause to admire my naked body in a small mirror. As I look in the mirror I see on a couch behind me a man from work who attempts to flirt with me too much even though I wear a ring. He is taking a photo of me. I am angry and I ask why he doesn’t understand. The maid arrives, she is a maid from a past office who always used to tell me she wanted to die. She wasn’t doing any better. I look for my clothes in the bedsheets and finds French bulldog in the process of eating itself. He is only just starting to bleed profusely, but continues undeterred.
I am in a trailer visiting an old friend I have lost touch with. She has left her husband and child and is living with a woman I don’t know. We get very high, like old times. Her bedroom is full of kittens. I pick them all up, I lay with them on the floor, I am in a pile of kittens. When I get up I am covered in worms. The worms are all over me, under my clothes. I strip to peel the hundreds of worms off of me. The woman I do not know tells me I need to leave and calls the police. I leave my clothes, still covered in worms, and head for the train. The lighting is even worse than usual.