I am walking in a room deep underground. It is large and has 5 cm wide, brown, vertical wood planks around the out side, arranged around the out side of the room. But, under the wood, as on the floor and roof, is plain concrete. In the middle is a simple, empty, wooden seat used for interrogations. It has straps for the occupants arms. I approach the seat from behind and to the left. Off to the right of this seat is a door. It is hidden by the panelling, but I know it is there. I go though the door and turn left up a narrow stair. Sometimes it feels as if the occupant of the seat only just left. But I never know who this might be.
From many years ago in North Fitzroy. This used to occur quite often, but now it only occurs occasionally. Maybe once a year.