Five years ago, I had a dream of a giant hall of metal doors. The doors are all bathed in an equal red light with no discernable origin, the doors extend upward and downward in arrays but I am able to walk only on one level, occasionally a red sort of machine with an undecipherable silhouette comes, extends a sort of prong, and inserts it into the keyhole of each door. Screams, pleasures, cries, laughter all originate from the doors, I finally decide to look through the keyhole of the door, and on the other side is