The Malevolent Force In The Airing Cupboard (night of 12/05/2019)

I have access to Andy's old flat on Denmark Villas. The flat is empty. Andy has just moved out. No-one else has moved in yet. Putting my key in the lock and gently opening the door. Marvelling at how many times I have walked in this hallway before.
There is a damp, unpleasant feel to Andy's flat. Some of his old stuff is still scattered about. There is a small enclosed outside area - all paint peeling brick and stone, quite claustrophobic... I piss against the wall (of a fireplace? is this inside or outside?).
Inside the flat, looking at an airing cupboard in the corner. I think I have a company - a dog may have been here as well - reminiscent of our first dog Bruno. I look at the cupboard in the corner - the door opens, and a mass of clothes come out and recedes again - given life by some malevolent force within Andy's flat. A swelling and blossoming of of trousers and shirts and rubbish.
Later on, I approach the airing cupboard, and bury myself in the things there - now which seem to include saucepans as well as clothes. "Help me!" I shout out, to whoever is in the room "I'm below the water! I'm drowning!" I am neither, but I want to give across the impression that the airing cupboard is a portal to some other place where I might well be drowning.
I am fooling no-one.
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Working back at The Telemarketing Company, though the building is somewhat different - now reminiscent of The Overlook Hotel from The Shining, lots of floors and stairways and lifts. Suki is also working there. She has been away last night with Claire, my cousin, on a possibly work orientated trip to Germany. I see her on one of the floors, about to step into a lift, explaining to someone that the Common Room is on the same floor as whatever room the person she is speaking to wants to get to - something like that anyway. I give the opinion that I can't believe that I can still get lost in the building after working there so long.
I am eager to tell Suki that Claire is my cousin - a fact I do not think she knows, but the call centre is busy, clogged with people. A manager takes me to the side - a conglomeration of various call centre managers I have had in the past - and talks to me about my drawings, my 'doodlings'.
Sat with Suki in some kind of breakroom - again clogged with people. I want to tell her that Claire is my cousin, but a loud man sat next to her interrupts me. Suki shushes me and stares into space.