I was killing my brother. We were both characters in an opera and I was supposed to be acting only I couldn’t be a total actor, and he wouldn’t die. I kept squeezing and squeezing him. I had to, but I couldn’t  So I thought he was dead and I ran away, up the fire escape to the building which I suppose was my home. We were singing the whole time. My brother got up and came after me. What was I going to do?