1. I arrive at a destination and park the car on the grass, but it is some kind of parking area. I am looking for Hell’s office. I go into a building and into a large hall on the ground floor where several doctors have their offices and are giving consultations.
There is a receptionist in the far left corner of the place. There are people everywhere. Lots of people. I look on directory boards but, though I do not recall any of the doctors’ names, I do not see Hell’s or even that of any chiropractor. The place is like a zoo. I do not like this place.
2. I am inside a house where I find a little girl about three years old. She has just taken a bath and is wearing a bathrobe (I do not recall the colours). Her father walks into the room, arriving from the basement. He is fresh out of the shower and is also wearing a bathrobe. I think, why did he leave the little girl alone? Where is the mother? I tell him I am looking for the front door trying to find my way out. He laughs gently and points to a room behind me. I go into the room. I look out a window and see that it is light outside. I can see the ocean to the left.
I am outside. It is night and I go down a stairwell; it seems I found the door to the backyard. These are black metal stairs, tightly spiralling down. To the left, I can see some kind of fence made of chicken wire wrapped around the bottom stairs.
The fence seems to be blocking the way into the backyard. As I go down the steps, it gets darker and darker until I cannot see anything anymore — all is black.
3. I am in a room. Possibly I am in a motel. My buddy Frank is there and I am happy he is with me. However, the room is a complete mess. It is all cluttered. I cannot describe anymore what the stuff was, as I have forgotten, but it took up all the space in the room. A crew from the hotel came in to clean the place. I sent Frank to get the car. I found more doors and other rooms inhabited by other guests. I was confused. I did not know where my room was or what door I had come out
of to find all these other apartments. Lots of doors, lots of apartments, lots of people.
4. In the parking lot, I cannot find my car. There are a few cars still there but mine is not. As I stand there wondering where my car could possibly be, I see a pickup truck painted electric blue. It is carrying a load of wooden planks in its small open box. The lumber is not tied and is loose. Much of it is too long for the truck. The gate is down and the planks are sliding and moving back and forth as the truck sideswipes a car. It looks like the truck is doing this on purpose: running back and forth and jamming into the right side of the car (I do not recall the colour of the car). As the truck finally pulls away, someone (a man) comes out of the passenger seat of the car. I am surprised. I thought the car was parked and that there was no one in it. The man is tall, with salt and pepper hair and a greying beard. He is dressed in jeans and a sweater (colours?).
I could say he looked a little bit like Steven Spielberg.