We were running from the police and we panicked when a restaurant suddenly asked for ID. We had to pack everything and leave at once because of the possibility that they had found us.

We were playing some kind of language game and cookies were lined up on the table in front of us. Our instructor seemed to be Australian. At one point in time we had to sing the lyrics to various songs while only listening to the instrumental. I walked through the cafeteria barefoot.

I was walking through an airport terminal that resembled a shipping container. When we got down, there were signs that supposedly led to my old Japanese teacher’s place which was labeled “Friends”. My uncle put his hand on my belly at one point while walking through a stranger’s house.

I was sitting in front a washing machine as someone was telling me about how they had to play 5 games everyday in order to level up.