I appeared to be in Kyoto again. Riding bikes must have become popular because I was on one. I had constant flashbacks of eating strawberries that morning.

We were standing at a storefront. It was overcast with a slow shade of purple. The Friday was going as planned if not for the fact that we were low on money.

We were in Spain, about to catch a boat back to Taipei. It was about 1 AM when we were running up some stairs, it was dark out. A teacher was with us. He went on ahead, triggering the motion senor activated spotlights. He was unfazed. The rest of us were a bit wary about exiting the stairwell, but we had no other choice. I opened the door and ran across the courtyard. Was that a room that was lit up to our right?

I guess we just finished eating dinner. Or lunch. My dad and I were deciding if we wanted to keep the leftover pasta. “Scallops don’t like oil”, he said. There was something about the pasta going bad more quickly if we kept the scallops as well.

Some guy was complaining about something being “unethical”. The words “heathen scum” came up in his rant a few times. I think a GameCube was involved. Then he said something about being able to “enter one but not another”.

We were in the mountains this time. There were about 8 of us or so. Apparently we had reached a rather wide crevice that needed a bridge to cross. A young girl that was with us was in charge to creating a rope bridge for the gap. It was a bridge that was literally one rope across.

This time we were in New York. It was sunny as we checked out of our hotel at noon. We walked. A lot. Barefoot. Just the two of us, we walked over bridges nonstop. We took off our shoes earlier and put them in a basket that I was carrying.

I was somewhere in the US. Florida, I think it was. I was sitting in some kind of tea room of a supermarket. It was nearly time to meet up with my father so I got out of my seat and through the exit. Anyways, I was walking through a parking lot towards the hotel we were staying at when my aunt and uncle came towards me from the opposite direction and asked, “where were you?”

Something about Obama with hula hoops on the beach.

We were walking up a hill in the middle of the night. There seemed to be some kind of illuminated structure ahead of us. A few moments later, a bright flash emanated from the tower and around four glowing humanly figures popped out.