Dream Sequence #1
I'm in a hotel suite, mine presumably. Every main room wall has a mirror. Looking in each in turn, the face that looks back isn't quite what i expect. Almost me, but not quite. I can't put my finger on it, but something's not right.
Someone else follows me in. A very tall man, 6'6" at least. He has the presence of a law enforcement officer of some kind. I'm aware of him bothering me once before. I don't want him here.
"You're breaking and entering."
"I'm not in very far," he answers.
"Don't care," i say. "Get out."
He asks me, "What is your name?"
I turn toward him, annoyed. He towers over me, and i am not a small person. "I'm asking the questions. You don't scare me. I don't give a flying fuck how big you are or what badges you carry…"
"What is your name?"
"I want to know who you are," i spit back angrily.
He looks me straight in the eye, squinting slightly. "You don't even know who you are."
There is a long pause. I glance toward a chair. "Have a seat," i say quietly.