I was either standing on a bridge or at some kind of waterfront park. It was late in the evening but the street lamps were bright enough to light up the sky. The tiles and railings were a blinding white and implausibly clean. There was a vivid streak of neon purple that slashed across everything. Even with all of the commotion going on, the backdrop took precedence.

We walked into someone’s yard and saw multiple blades stuck in their fence. We tried to pull them out without success before moving on. When we got to the front door, we saw a Malaysian flag draped over the doorway. After a few moments, two elderly gentlemen came out and greeted us in Japanese. My dad said that we were looking for the owner of the residence. They assumed that we wanted to tour the house.

I was taking drugs for improving “combat performance” but I was really taking them so I could better avoid getting into fights in the 7-Eleven. I wanted to get into the store early - there appeared to be a class session taking place there.

He got out of the pool to get a purple float but failed to climb over the wall so we went into the house instead.

I walked into the lecture room and sat down after submitting a ticket for a raffle that was to be drawn sometime later.