I have a large plastic box that I place upside down in a garden. I lift off the box and sift peat on the lid. The nets folded on top of each other fall apart twice until I finally succeed. I'm furious because my things are left behind and I can't take them with me. Mattresses and other things. But I've taken a sailing bag with me and I'm angry with my sibling or child. I drive in a car, back up and park. I walk to a store. The door is about to close. I hold it open. The store is dark. Further along the sidewalk, the shopkeeper turns around. He is Indian. I let the door close and he walks on. I come to a cellar where I have to do the music for a play. The director has me sing a text. We unlock a lock. The text runs backwards in front of me. It's a very fast rap. It's too fast for me. N. is sitting nearby and has heard me.