We were preparing what seemed to be okonomiyaki in someone’s home. I dropped my fork onto the griddle part way through but apparently it wasn’t hot when I picked it up.

I was standing on a bookshelf ladder, wiping the dust off one of the higher shelves. I looked at the shelf below to see a magazine that had a woman’s portrait and pencils arranged in the number four.

I was in a hotel and about two other people occupied the same room. We must have been on some kind of school trip since everyone in my year went on a special outing. I was the last to leave the room as I wanted to make sure that I didn’t miss anything. The last thing I packed was a sleeping bag. Around seven of us got into a car while the teacher in the front seat was complaining how the hotel wifi couldn’t reach where the car was parked.

A class was beginning and 8 or so students were seated by a round table with the teacher. However there were no spots left so I had to sit at a neighboring table instead. We were to prepare our own notebooks for the class so I looked through my bag. Since they were ordained to be orange, I packed in all that I had. There were three- all used.

I was sleeping in a shelter by the track. When I got out of the room, there were people on the field walking towards me so I knocked on the closest door.

I running through the school trying to find the classroom for my first course of the year: Mandarin. Some of the rooms were only accessible from the back of others and weren’t always connected to the hallways. I was circling in one such cluster of rooms when I saw a teacher so I stopped by the table in the middle.