January 17, 2016

I was walking down an extremely large set of steps that had a black and white checkerboard pattern on them. There was a wall on which I could lean on to the right while on the left was a steep drop to the bottom. I had nearly tipped over a bottle of alcohol over that edge when I pushed some couches out of the way.

When I got to the bottom, there was an old lady reading aloud a passage from a book, broadcasting her voice throughout the whole room. She sat in a large clam shell made out of oxidized copper.