Go into a hotel, staying there for a flight in the morning. Get into a room, a cop comes in and says to get in the bathroom because they’re doing a drug bust upstairs in the same room. Go into the bedroom and try to close the door. Can’t, walk to the bathroom.
At work, go into the next room to pick up stuff. Nothing for me, but others come. One leaves his pen, I pick it up and walk back. He has lost, so I keep it. There’s a small chair at my desk, but it’s slanted. Someone laughs about it. I go to fix it by trimming the legs and it’s not right. Trim more, and I’m shaping it with my hands. I try to make more and I can. It’s bad, and I form it into a ball. I show everyone that I can make it disappear, but I don’t get the last bit.