I was in a bus that was driving down a tight alleyway. I ordered a pig to go ahead and chase down a taxi. Later news of a pig running through the streets was on the news.

When we arrived home there was a red blinking light next to the doorway. Apparently something had set off the house alarm. We opened the door and saw a flock of birds in our backyard through the window. One of them had caught a rabbit in our yard and the rest were here to share the feast.

I approached a small store selling ice cream on the street and asked the lady about the flavors because the colors were not at all obvious. Apparently there were none of the standard flavors and most were based on vegetables. I told her I’d like to try the Purple Cabbage and Blue Flowers and pick it up later.

I was sitting on the grass next to the tetherball courts of my elementary school campus. There were so many new and unfamiliar buildings around the playground. We were promised to get a tour of the place tomorrow. Class was starting soon but my backpack was still over by the basketball courts. The teacher asked if anyone had any questions about finding work before the next lesson was going to begin. A friend raised his hand and asked what to do if the interviewer asked if you had a car. The teacher suggested to have a joke prepared.

I was playing some kind of modded Hearthstone on my phone that had integrated elements of mahjong. I was close to completing a suuankou (4 concealed triplets) when I drew a card that made me instantly lose because I chose the wrong option when the dialog popped up.

I was wandering through a bookstore that descended at least 5 stories underground. There was a large opening to the bottom in the middle of each floor. All of the display shelves were made out of glass.

I was supposed to be taking pictures of the dinner party but didn’t feel comfortable walking around with a camera. I fiddled with the knobs and buttons in my seat while waiting for some kind of guidance from the two ‘producers’ who were apparently supposed to mentor me.

I followed a colleague to their dorm room which was more like an alcove at the far end of a common room separated by a heavy curtain. The space nonetheless seemed rather comfy if not a little cramped. It was already pretty late but I still wanted to shower before turning in for the night. There was a standalone bathroom in the middle on the common room that was furnished with black marble tiles and small spotlights. I only hopped into the shower for a bit, not even taking my shoes off as I rinsed my body.

My coworkers went to the park ahead of me because I had to use the restroom. When I finally found them near the basketball courts, I saw them drawing on the concrete with chalk.

I had landed in Canada at a rather small airport. My parents and I were waiting around the boarding gate as we weren’t sure if immigration was working at this hour. We considered waiting until next morning even though the sun hadn’t even set yet.