I was in the house which we used to live in when my daughter was small. I was drawing lots of pictures. My friend who was a crack head was there.
My mother came to visit. The crack head said that he’d just been sentenced to 31 months in prison. My mother left. I felt bad.
I went down into the basement. Some pipes had broken. I was trying to fix them. Suddenly some school children were flushed down the pipes. They had been playing in a pond and somebody pulled the plug. Their teacher flushed the pond again twice.