It was some one else’s house, I was renting a room. My room was rented but the other rooms were squatted. I had a poster in my room and I needed to scan it with a weird x-ray machine. I tried doing it from left to right, then realised it was long and narrow so scanning it from top to bottom worked much better. I had to do it quite a few times before I thought it worked.
I wanted to write but did not find any paper. I found a bed sheet and folded it in small pieces that I used as pages. I assured the person I was with that this would be ok; I had done it before.
There was something else I needed and I knocked in other people’s doors to find it. There was no answer from ant door so we decided to look in other buildings.
We went to the flat of Antoine and Marlene. I recognised the flat as one I had lived in, although it did not correspond with reality at all. They had bought new things, all with very bright colours. It looked like Antoine had been doing even more DIY than when I had been there, and things had improved greatly.
I wondered once more if I had made the correct decision moving out of there and once again I assured myself that I had, because the place was still so small. And the couple living there had not changed, it was just as awkward to be around them it as always had been.