i was trying to get to a party, a reunion
i don't have an address but i know i will recognize the building
i see other classmates of mine trying to hail a cab down the street
but they are a little far away to call to them
and besides, it is starting to rain and there is a taxi coming towards me
i get in and i do find the building
but it is huge and i don't remember the floor
it's a building that contains many diverse businesses,
including sound stages and a lot of them host huge events
(i remember being here before and taking pictures)
there is no one to ask where such a gathering might be happening
there is no centralized administration office
even finding the elevators is difficult
i remember being on the 7th floor, so i go back there
but that's not it, perhaps the 9th?
there is a man also looking for the 9th,
we'll go together, he just needs to get his stuff
and then i realize he is a patient
and i am in a mental ward for somewhat dangerous people
the doctor comes to talk to me
he looks in my bag,
in it i have a large bloody gauze which is from my last visit to the building, when i hit my head
i realize this doesn't look good
i ask the doctor if he thinks i subconsciously came here
because i want to be committed
he says
"yes"