I lived in a huge ancient building. The walls were blocks of stone, the ceiling was giant black planks of wood. I bathed in a sunken tub and dressed in 1920s type finery. I realized I had to shave my legs. I walked outside and there were heavy woods. I walked down a path and I saw a girl I knew. I asked her if she had a razor. She went into a cave and brought out several. They were strange ancient devices and I started to shave my legs. The twisted razor cut deeply down into my legs.
I went back to the castle like building and there were dozens of people. It was a party. The band was playing and I joined the dancers. I was bleeding freely as I danced.