I was retuning home from school late at night so I had to walk home instead of taking a bus. I was holding a trash bag in my right hand. While walking on the highway, I looked out to the ocean when I realized that I was not carrying my backpack. I must have left it at school but now I had already gone to far to go back and still return home at a reasonable time. I thought that perhaps I would have to go back and stay at a hotel nearby for the night.

My parents and I were out in the streets at night. The buildings around us looked rather Mediterranean but I had the sense that we were in the United States. We were on our way to get back to our hotel. We passed by a marketplace when I took out my phone to check the map. In order to get to our room, we had to pass through a building for which the door lay in front of us. My dad thought it couldn’t be right, but I went in with my mother anyways.

There was some kind of magic trick being performed on the table inside the cold stony room. A stuffed fox was thrown across, only to return and circle around above the heads of the audience. Except from the vantage point that I was standing at, it as quite obvious that it was held up by a length of fishing line. However at some point something went wrong and the string had to be cut. Who I assume was the performer took out a pair of scissors and tried to cut the string. However suddenly someone shouted, “Get down!” And everyone but the magician ducked.

I was at someone’s house playing some kind of card game that resembled bingo. Except instead of getting lines, you had to create pentagons with the numbers called, or something like that. But then suddenly everyone just packed up and left to take a bus that was waiting outside. My mom then came into the room and asked why I was in here alone.

I’m not sure where to start but there were three of us in the car and my uncle was driving. The problem was that he was sitting in the back seat- and drunk. I took over the wheel even though I didn’t know how to drive but managed to safely get off of the highway anyway.

I was held back along with 5 or so other people in some stranger’s house against our will. It was a rather old house, one that was very susceptible to termite damage. And moldy. In fact it was very damp. Moss was growing on the bed frames and for some reason we were tasked with creating miniature ecosystems in our rooms. Each person was responsible over maintaining their own, although all of them resembled swampy environments. We would sometimes give each other excess plants or insects to enrich each others’ habitats. I remember how earlier I was fishing for mudskippers with my dad at a small pond of a garden where a wedding was taking place.

I was standing by a swimming pool with my dad and we were discussing my choices concerning my academic career. He seemed quite keen on getting me to choose robotics or synthetic biology over what I had already planned. I agreed, as I also had an interest in those fields. He added on that perhaps one day in the future, I would be able to solve his joint problems.

I was playing some kind of board game akin to risk. We were using a 10 sided die to play the game however it seemed to always roll all over the place no matter how we tried to throw it. One of the players decided to cup it when throwing the dice to prevent it from getting away.

I was constructing cereal boxes with images of Imperial Japanese propaganda with someone else. I was then falsely accused of something that I do not remember.

I was on the school bus and it felt like we weren’t going to see each other for a while. Our school newspaper had a special edition for its final print of the year. The girl sitting next to me wanted to read it so I gave her my copy. When she left the bus, her belongings were still left behind.