A footprint, larger than a human footprint, heading in the direction of the forest.
Afraid, I follow it.
I end up in a doctor's surgery with a nurse. She thinks I am a patient. I am wondering what the forceps could be for, reassured finally that this is a dream.
A whirring, spinning answering machine takes pens in its mechanical hand and writes numbered messages for unknown masters.
No matter what I do, the machine won't stop buzzing.
Because it's not the machine. It's my alarm.
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