A friend was asking for my opinion on their proposed itinerary for a trip to Europe. They planned to spend the entirety of June and July across the continent and was wondering which trains they should take.

I headed to the restroom after watching the opening ceremony for something. The bathroom was very spacious inside and was more of a general bathing area. There were no stalls to be seen but instead there were low tiled walls. I felt a bit embarrassed to expose myself here so I walked back out.

I ran up to the top floor of the bare concrete building that was still under construction. I heard Gangnam Style blaring from the distance except all of the lyrics had been replaced by various “fuck you"s spliced together. I looked down below and saw an old friend running full speed towards the building. I jumped back and ran to the stairs to get to the roof. As I was hanging onto a concrete pillar, I felt a bee fly into my left ear.

We got together as a group to make up some original lyrics to video game soundtracks. I struggled to form any coherent lines to a track from a Mario game.

The new semester was starting soon and I was feeling anxious about not having registered for classes yet. Two children asked me if Taiwanese people didn’t like singing. I asked them why they would think that. Apparently their host family told them to stop singing while they were brushing their teeth.

I was in a dungeon out of some kind of video game. I had been turned into the size of a small fairy and needed to retrieve a magic wand. I looked around and up the stone walls with my dad until we saw it perched on a shelf way beyond reach. We’d have to find another way around to get it.

I was being chased around campus while on horseback. After riding down the stairs to the ground floor, we jumped over the wall at the end of the parking lot. We figured that they wouldn’t follow us over the wall and jumped into the getaway car.

It was already morning and I was laying half-awake in bed. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a cockroach scurrying across the sheets. I felt a wave of disgust but I couldn’t bring myself to get up. I swatted at the roach and fell back asleep.

I was making my way across the plaza when I met my friend who was in his graduation gown. I told him that I was thinking about heading to this year’s college reunion as well. We entered a small coffee shop and lined up for deserts. When we got to the front of the line, I ordered a scoop of apple ice cream. The barista just looked at me and asked, “That’s it?” I nodded, unsure if I had said something wrong.

I was running through the shopping mall trying to look for a story character. New areas were opening up like a video game as I ran past the corridors. Some of them led to boarding gates, others to a train platform. I walked past a group of students playing a word association game. After hours of running in circles, I lost track of where I was supposed to go. The “mall” was closing for the night as the lights started going out.