A rather tense dream: I’m walking along the street with my mum
and we’re accosted by a rather unpleasant character. He has a long,
sharp face, bright, spiky hair and a very unpleasant, leering smile. I
don’t remember exactly what he threatens. It dawns on me that he is
a bodiless head, although he is somehow mobile.
I get off the street, enter a building and begin to ascend.
Although there are many levels, they are all identically small and
spare. Each consists of a room with a bed and wooden panels that seem
to contain linen and such. Unremarkable, apparently something like an
inn, but I learn that in fact this is a place people repair to to
commit suicide more easily. Just how the task is expedited herein, I
can’t say.