I'm in the
kitchen, only in real life I don't have a kitchen. A big, scary
Klingon is there. I don't know why he's there, but it's a fearsome situation. He's an intruder, an invader, a
menace. So I pick up some sort of makeshift weapon, something short but sharp, and stab the Klingon, killing him.
There is blood everywhere, and I don't know what to do, because it dries almost immediately on the white kitchen tiles, especially in the cracks in between them. It becomes that dry, flaky stuff that blood dries into. I scrape at it, but no matter what I do, the stains are still there.