We were walking along the freeway under the night sky as we approached what resembled to be a lone IKEA lit up by spotlights. My brother and sister-in-law were walking about a clingy old lady that they had met earlier at the restaurant.

I looked at the map of the park and couldn’t make sense of which direction I was supposed to go to get home. I had initially walked to the park on foot from the nearest train station but the way back wasn’t matching my recollection of the trip over. My gut instinct was telling me to head in a direction that the map indicated to be further up the mountain which was most definitely wrong.

I was at an assembly and everyone was sitting on the floor. The lecture was about the representation of objects. On the chalkboard was a drawing of a rock in various styles under their respecting headings: Real, Soft, Carpitanal [sic], etc. I dug through my backpack to get my spare notebook but had forgotten that the pages were already filled.

It was unbearably hot in my room as I was cleaning it. I couldn’t inhale through my nose because it was clogged up. I picked up a fan to move it and a swarm of tiny red spiders scattered from under the base. Some of them went all over a nearby coat. I picked it up in a panic and rushed downstairs. I told my mom that there was I chance that I may have been bitten.

I got onto the bus with my parents and we were looking for a place to sit together. There was a round couch near the middle of the bus but the neighboring seats were already occupied.

We took the elevator to the underground parking lot but were unable to find our car. There were way too many cars that had the same shade of blue - some of them even unlocked as we approached them but that still didn’t change the fact that they were the wrong car. After visiting all of the likely spots that we could’ve parked the car, we tracked down someone working here and asked if he could show us the security camera footage.

I was planning to fly back to Taiwan for a week except I hadn’t done any preparation for it. I felt like I had nothing to do and I hadn’t told anyone that I was going yet.

We were walking alongside the railroad tracks which went through the mountains in Japan. According to the map, this was going to be a roundabout trek to our destination. The upside at least was that our chances of getting lost in the woods were greatly diminished. It was getting dark and it felt like a storm was on its way as well. There was a greenish-purple distorted haze coming through the trees in the distance. I got my phone out even though I was almost certain that the photo wasn’t going to look how I expected it to. I snapped a few pictures without really checking them before catching up with the rest of the group.

I walked into the library wanting to use their computers but the place turned out being much more crowded than expected. None of the working computers in the “pod” were unoccupied. I sat down at a nonfunctional machine and pulled out my laptop in resignation. “Why am I even here if I was just going to use my own computer?” I thought to myself.

My coworker was picking the lock for a door under the stairs. “Do you want to see a secret?” She asked as she open the door to the dark storage space. There were rows upon rows of jewelry neatly laid on the floor. “Huh, we have another one of those too” I thought to myself as I ran upstairs and opened the closet. It was the same sight of piles of jewelry except I was told that this collection came from my aunt who had recently passed.