I was in the middle of a room and there were people around watching me.
And I had to cut myself.
I bled and I tried to cover the pool of blood forming below me with a towel.
But it didnt absorb it.
And around me they become angry at me because I couldnt keep the floor clean.
They left the room.
And I was alone.

I woke up.

I was in the same room again.
Again there were people around me, watching me.
I had to cut myself but I only had dull scissors.
I tried to explain that it's difficult to cut yourself with such scissors.
But they got angry and told me stop making excuses.
They left the room again.
And I was alone again, in the middle of that room.