The museum was looking to promote the works of one of their staff members and so we went through them to look for ones with potential. The first person we looked at was a woman who did photography as a hobby and her most outstanding piece was a picture of an abandoned laundromat.

I was running in a wooded area until I arrived at a lake. The water was clear and an aqua blue. The day was ending as I walked around the water until a came to a group of people facing away from the lake. They were taking a group photo by some lit torches and everyone was holding hands. I was unable to hold hands with the man to my left because I was holding a book that I had nowhere to put down.

I was scavenging through some shelters that were more like booths than homes. There was a row of five or so of them on each side and they all looked identical. The doors had square windows with lines crisscrossed over them. I couldn’t open any of them so I looked through the window and they all had the same arrangement of a white desk and cabinet.

We were preparing what seemed to be okonomiyaki in someone’s home. I dropped my fork onto the griddle part way through but apparently it wasn’t hot when I picked it up.

I was standing on a bookshelf ladder, wiping the dust off one of the higher shelves. I looked at the shelf below to see a magazine that had a woman’s portrait and pencils arranged in the number four.

I was in a hotel and about two other people occupied the same room. We must have been on some kind of school trip since everyone in my year went on a special outing. I was the last to leave the room as I wanted to make sure that I didn’t miss anything. The last thing I packed was a sleeping bag. Around seven of us got into a car while the teacher in the front seat was complaining how the hotel wifi couldn’t reach where the car was parked.

A class was beginning and 8 or so students were seated by a round table with the teacher. However there were no spots left so I had to sit at a neighboring table instead. We were to prepare our own notebooks for the class so I looked through my bag. Since they were ordained to be orange, I packed in all that I had. There were three- all used.

I was sleeping in a shelter by the track. When I got out of the room, there were people on the field walking towards me so I knocked on the closest door.

I running through the school trying to find the classroom for my first course of the year: Mandarin. Some of the rooms were only accessible from the back of others and weren’t always connected to the hallways. I was circling in one such cluster of rooms when I saw a teacher so I stopped by the table in the middle.

I was walking through school on a foggy morning when the principal came up to me to say that he was quite fond of me as a student as I reminded him of his younger self. I approached an outdoor lunch table that was occupied by Koreans and greeted my friend. My dad’s lunchbox was missing. My Tumblr was filled with photos of me smiling - as well as bunch of tennis players. Around six people were napping across two beds in a small room and someone went to lock the door as we were falling asleep. A streamer recommended a book, “The Man in the Yellow Shirt.” I was driving for groceries at night when I met an acquaintance. I went diving into a swimming pool with an old friend.