I talk about other women while a woman holds me from behind. I walk through a corridor and look for a door to a bedroom. Then I realise that I'm in a different house. I walk into an old toilet. Everything is old but clean. Somewhere water overflows and a bed or blankets get wet. A game or competition is taking place on the sea. I pull up close to a boat and dribble snow into the eyes of the man lying at the rudder so that he can no longer see. His son is talking to him. The boat drifts off and towards another boat. The son tells him what to do and the man pushes the boat off at the last second. I don't help. Should I? But that's the game.I'm supposed to make the sound for a piece. I use recordings by another composer for this. Distort them with the plugin: Decapitator. The other composer is short, chubby and bald. He is there with friends and continues to record metal. The director doesn't think the sound is strong enough. I explain that I'll do it with the distortion. The other composer is frustrated. His girlfriend says he is at risk of taking too many drugs and dying of an overdose. She uses a special term.

I'm driving a minibus. My parents and my brother are with me. We can't find the way. I drive past cars in dense bushes. We turn round in Tervuren, back along the cars. My father says I've scratched them. I get out and let him drive.