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.

I sat in the seat on the right side of a van, ready for the ride home, when someone spontaneously started talking about about their friend’s “suspicious” behavior. Apparently this friend hadn’t showed up at the front gate to get breakfast together over the break. I tuned out the rest of their conversation as the van started to move.

A white van pulled up in front of me and my dad and two people stepped out to greet us. We were walking through a residential area and and sun was still high in the sky. A man with a clipboard told us that we had successfully invested 27 billion dollars and came to congratulate us.

We walked into the empty gymnasium and were asked to help set up for some kind of game that was played with ping pong paddles. At each station was a round table about the size of a chessboard as well as a small stand on the ground to hold the paddles. The stands were then connected to an electrical(?) socket in the wall. We were only setting up because no one else tended to come early to events.

We were operating from a colony on a foreign planet and one of our engineers had just come back from a long mission. We didn’t know how to break it to him that everyone he knew was already dead so we implanted the memories of all of his loved ones into machines to welcome him home. He seemed to be convinced that he was talking and interacting with his deceased family members.

I was standing on the roof of a hotel and looking down at an island that was lit up by street lamps late in the evening. We were on some sort of trip and I recalled the entrance of the hotel with its white walls and blue lettering. I was strangely fascinated by the shape of the land mass.