Genuinely not sure about this one tbf. It’s a recurring psychotic episode I only get in mixed bipolar states sooooo. Soz. 

I know that it takes place in early Victorian times in east London, England. I’m smuggling gun powder in barrels of sweet almond oil. My mate Johnny and I are trying to blow someone up who has done some sort of harm to his sisters. I later get cold feet and go and try to retrieve the bomb. No idea if I was successful. 

I’m particularly concerned about possible forensic clues I’ve left on the barrel (maybe as forensics were coming into use by law enforcement at that time? God knows). 

The clearest episode of this and the closest I’ve come to figuring out what’s going on was in the back of a police van in 2015 where the oddly cosy yet formal / ominous vibe brought it back clear as day. Since then I’ve had no further breakthroughs. Not a great post I know. Soz. 

The inspiration came from an episode of Baywatch where they are disarming some kind of bomb. They were all so shiny that I’ve updated the bomb we left in the late 1800’s with a modern device ‘hidden’ in baby oil.