Going underground

The scene through the blind was instantly familiar to me: the warehouse from my recurring dreams.

But while it was achingly, disturbingly familiar, it looked so much smaller to me.

The light had the same glaring quality to it, though - and it was this that was shining through the blind.

The warehouse was empty - though in some mad way, I realised I'd half expected to see myself there.

One thing puzzled me here: if this was the same room I'd dreamt about, how could there be a window through to it? The answer came when I moved the vertical slats of the blind aside. This was no window, or two-way mirror. It was, in fact, an image on screen. Incredibly realistic, but obvious when you got close to it.

What I was seeing could, I realised, be happening anywhere - and at any time. The appearance of a view into an adjoining room could easily be an illusion.

There was nothing more to be seen in the room - apart from what looked like a cupboard door.

Opening it, I saw stairs leading down.



Story begins here.