I remember it in full detail. It starts with me staring into the mirror, and on my chin is a patch of long hair. I know that it itches, and I'm searching for this electric razor. I instead accidentally grab some sort of can opener and cut my cheek. The whole house is in this ugly sepia-tone red, and there's only three rooms with one set of stairs. I spend awhile looking for this razor, and then a disembodied voice tells me it's in "his" bathroom. I walk over to the door and I wake up.
what.
