I walked through a corridor in an old house. Its walls were covered in peeling, soft blue wallpaper. The dust on the window panes filtered the light from outside, as if they were heavy clouds.
I stood in front of a white wooden door at the end of the corridor. Written on the door, I read "MISSING FRIENDS PARTY". I slowly turned the door open. At the other side, stuffed animals were sitting around a table, adorned with dusty party decorations. The animals turned their heads towards me. When a teddy bear across the table stared directly at me, I understood that they were holding a party for their missing owners, to which evidently none of them turned up. I woke up.