I had a strange dream that I was in this hotel-like building that had rooms furnished with a bed, a small desk and chair, and a lamp. A man was making my bed and told me that my room was ready.

"Why am I here?"

"You're here to die," the man said

"I see. Do you know what my condition is?"

"I don't know. I only make the beds and clean up. Someone else will tell you."

"The room is nice." I had aged and was now mentally diminished. I stood in the doorway not knowing what to do.