Oneiric Mirror

I left work, but i didn´t do the passage of my shift´s service to F. I went back t the workplace to give F some info ,it was already night, and when i arrived to the workplace, the installation seemed inside a paper factory,with unframed windows, metal handrails and cement passages. Through the window I could see the setting from one side to the other and decided to enter. Inside it seemed even more like a paper factory. There were dozens and dozens of workers in a meeting near an hydraulic jack, an orange jack.

They were in a meeting, and there were two people talking while the others listened.

There was a responsible official who spoke that near him was an employee that consumed pot, and would therefore be expelled. I was walking around the worker´s mob, just looking... none of them seemed to account for my presence there, except one, who was hanging upside down, with red hair,a helmet in the head, and when I passed him, he smiled so evil, showing all his teeth, and without making a single sound.

Suddenly i was in a roof top, it was already day time. This roof had skylights, which were very large windows, with old wood frames, slightly Victorian. It was light brown wood.

Through the skylight i saw a room with large shelves with lots and lots of books.

F was there, sitting at a table with an open book.
It appeared to be a library.

F was combed with a risk too close beside the head with grease and had a coat and pants and grey boots.

It seemed like the way you would dress in the the English industrial revolution of the workers (near the Victorian age).

When I saw him I thought: " I finally found him and I can give him the info".

Before i could reach F i saw an old man with white hair, a little bald, with a gray suit (but lighter than F´s clothes), looking like a buttler, who seemed to be the librarian,so i tried to whisper instead of talking normally.

I knocked at the skylight´s glass and said:

"Passage of Service".


He looked at me, smiled and rose from the table. He came to me and I asked him if F was studying for exams in college, he did not respond directly to it.

He only said: "There is still a lot of time left."

I'm walking through streets in poor conditions. I'm in London in Victorian times.
I have a light behind me, maybe the moon? I only see my outline, surrounded by white fog, semi-thick.
I see the tiles (large stones of the sidewalk) it reflects the light of the moon because of moisture from the night.
In the background I can hear Big Ben – the clock, but I do not know what time it is.
I keep walking. In the street the only thing that´s heard are my steps, the rest is silent and deserted.
I find a home. The only details that catches my eye is the window of the house and the wall of the same.
The window is one that "leaves" from the wall. It's big (it´s like those windows that on the inside of the house you can sit and put pillows on).
The frames are dark brown.
I look at the front door, the wood of the door is rough and yellow-brown.
I knock at the door.
D opens the door . Behind the door (I don’t get in, but I can see the wall behind the door) is a storage with hanging bags of spices.
D looks at me and says in a neutral tone of voice: "- Jack the Ripper"
I raise my hands to the level of my eyes and I see them completely covered in blood.

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