Finding myself

So, you may think, everything has happened before. But there I am, lying inside this metallic cylinder, trying to figure out what's going on. The place is dark, but you can spot a small window to the outside world. I can barely move, the place is simply too small. I wonder if it's only a dream or a metaphor of my life. Or a bit of both. I am trapped in this box and things are about to get worse. Outside the window I see a woman. She hesitates, she is not sure what to do. She seems to be pushing buttons - first gently, then desperately. Then, suddenly, I hear a click. The machine is now sealed, I realize, and she looks at me for the first time. Her eyes seem familiar, but the glimpse is too short to tell. Ten seconds, perhaps twenty, and the device starts filling in with water. The cylinder trembles, and then, starts moving. I am inside a fucking washing machine, I see it clearly now. And the fun is about to start...