A long iron rod . I’m want to make some sculpture with it, I wanted it to be stuck in a wall. I'm arrived some public space with that rod and see it disturbed some people over, I see they try to take it from me, they take it, lift it, like confiscating it. lots of people try to help me, they grab onto the rod and go up with it, like they’re lifting it to some building.many people are holding onto the rod, sitting on it, lying on it. I see it from the side and wonder, I don’t know if I’m also there on the rod or not because I’m looking at it from the side. at some point I arrive inside a room. I see all the people, I  thanks them very for caring about me and they say it’ll be okay, you’ll get it, but right now nothing can be done. I get angry, what do you mean nothing can be done, I start banging there with tables on the floor, banging and being like that. I feel a bit like I’m putting on a show, everyone sits calmly but I know they understand me. I try to knock on a door there, talk to someone, I want to talk to someone, tell them what do you mean by what right did you take it. Then I hear some door open and I run there and some young man comes. I get really angry and try to push the door toward him, he holds it quite strong, in the end I manage to open it and I tell him by what right are you taking this, it doesn’t look like it because it’s not yet a sculpture, it’s raw material, and if I see all the table boards of yours outside and tell you oh these aren’t tables I’ll take all the boards—by what right are you taking from me, I’m in the middle of a workday, you must return it immediately, and they’re like I don’t know.

I’m in some house, taking out all kinds of things before renovation, walking with them, not sure what to do with them, thinking of giving them away… I meet a man in a café who seems needy, offer him clothes, feel awkward but give them anyway, then walk feeling lighter like a tourist…There’s an issue with a ceiling fan installed in a strange place, I try to fix it, fail repeatedly, then get electrocuted while connecting wires, stuck to electricity, shouting for help. there’s a heavy metal device we try to move, I suggest adding a handle, someone mentions people who might have stolen it, then it turns into a soft mattress-like surface and we jump on it.

My mother buys miniature items including a dog like a lion that eats cats, there’s a flood, I try to save a cat but fail. 
Glass cabinet, light reflecting, a hummingbird dancing inside